Monday, July 30, 2012

of edges

summer gusts
gusty charms
i'm at the edge
of edges
glancing at pretty things
and dreaming
hearing simple songs
slurred thoughts
ifs and thoughs
abounding

Friday, July 13, 2012

Plumed


Plumed

from riches and trinkets
barreled a draped smile, hanging
And the bitter sang songs
of the abandoned sweet
That returned, inevitably
Even after tangled flutters
and eye-closing

Consumed

Monday, July 9, 2012

And Concrete


Breath-swallow
To shape my head inside
And butterflies carving,
The concrete way
down below is there
Afraid to drop
there
And butterflies

And the breath in my head
is there
Afraid to drop there
And longer

Exhale,
And my breath carves the concrete


Factor

Besides the fact that
he resides outside of
his mind
He is well aware
of outside minds
factoring

Friday, July 6, 2012

Mason Jar


It feels nice
Pouring my thoughts out like this
Onto the page
Because it's been bottled
Sometimes trickling through my mouth
Not with no regret, sometimes
But the regret always lies in the bottling
And it feels nice
Pouring my thoughts out like this
Onto the page
Because it's been bottled
And the regret always lies in the bottling

Manners


Manners don't matter
after the dust coats your hair
Because why should they, anyway
I only notice because
manners don't matter when
your bones grow longer
And the world sees you,

A vulnerable

But not the pitiful kind
But the kind who is pathetic
Because there is no dust in your hair

And they trail the fragments across the tile
You were going to sweep there, anyway
Because manners don't matter when
you're just going into the world
And they're on their way out.

Iron Stain


Is it ironic when
your iron is coal
And instead of smoothing the creases
it powders and steams
a legion of black
And stain
And muck

Or is that how we function, anyway
heading toward the crowds of black blouses
And stain
And muck

And we walk with them
Even when we recall the bliss
of white shirts
with maybe a crease, there

And now it's on your face
That stain
And muck

(Gwash)


I chose gouache
As a medium
It's runny and saturated all at once.
I never wash my brush
Because the used paint will look
Mine
And not cobalt or sienna
Because everyone only sees blue and brown, anyway
But mine
Are stumbles and tries
Runny and saturated all at once.
I never wash my brush
Because the used paint will look
Mine

Outlet


And ZAP
then you vented
The vent's next to the outlet, anyway
So it figures
But now the static's out
And everything's flat back 
to normal
And it makes sense again
But what is sense after
you jab forks into the outlet
And ZAP