Sunday, February 28, 2010

Marco among the stone walls

Where is this? I do not know,
just that i must have been there
the only value of this blurry photograph,
a note from the past, a note from
the person i was,
the person i must now forgive,
what a legacy of guilt you have
left, rocks in the shadow, stones in the light
built up like
walls, bone the center
each echo a voice fossilized in each brick
the mortar groaning in the bright morning
laughing at the absurd notion that this light
is the same
as yesterdays light, and that all our yesterday are
built up strong as walls, as small as dust.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

breadfruit the pineapple with green

first the thought is i am crazy
then as time goes on and the
foundation of
a soul is built, my
feet as they walk produce an echo in the
pea gravel under the asphalt,
whispers return and the whole race of feet
march collectively,
under the grey is blue and in the darkest black
is mixed light cobalt,
a truth or not it is one
piece in the puzzle, the
window i look out of, where i
see the veil, a torn curtain, a desperation
of stitching, and want nothing
more then surreality,
French lessons, lions on beaches, all
golden all hallucinatory, an alarm clock in my mouth
going off when just the right combination of
words build up and instead of speaking, i wake up

Friday, February 12, 2010

there the wood sorrel grew last

the snow will sustain, the rest of the afternoon,
before the evening breaks its pink blood in to
squid and indigo, and the tablet count
will fall out
sheet
after sheet from the unwritten book,
the
new dead and the un-reined horse,
all ghosts of a season discarded
now held up like glass to the light by
young words and in a cruel infant vernacular
spread by snickering into
old phone trees, tossed aside
for dust off bees wings as
each head looks for the next gum drop
the homonym
community, where there is never
a haunting below zero degrees, where the hands
break through human skin and grab
each candy cellophane of heat
to let loose the mind
from the ferocity of the present enemy
a moment turned to face the steel charts of
clause and indemnity.