some of my favorites.

some poetry i wrote in 2008. oh, where have the time [and my mind] gone?



crucifictitious cruxes. 

feet shuffling
and here we come!
marching like good soldiers,
to the beat
of your nails on tabletops 
with our uniformed
heads and toes
brandished by
our iron-on crucifixes
and morbid curiosities,
intermingling with 
rosewood karmic beads
dangling mindfully down
our breastplates. 
we have come!
so that they may find rest
in death and breath, alike
clouded lens call for
weepy handkerchiefs
and ants' armies,
one by one,
stepping on
stones brought down
from babylon's skyscrapers,
to reach higher mind
constructed of readied ashes
free-falling from pillared incense 
smelling sweet like india
and attracting us all. 



oh sweet kind love, patience but with fits of passion. 

sweet, kind love
harboring my heart
rocking gently in the eaves
with patience hundredfold
painting a portrait
in crimsons and golds
lacing ribbons
through ribcages
tightening our souls
with tugs of strings
strung through my skeleton 
overlaid with sugar netting
nesting in our mind
so docile 
in your way
filling empty spaces
with violent hints of violet
royal sashing
eyelids shut tight
involuntary trusting
as was meant 
for lovers of such caliber
our sweet, sweet circled love
orbiting in atmospheres
drenched in familiarity
of uncharted territory
dealt in hands honest
from a hard day's night
tuning strings
with imaginary fingers
hearing reverberations
with blinking curiosity
those notes you know
by heart
and breathe
by lungs
to speak of how
it was you and i
at the dawn of time
blowing smoke rings
into black holes
created by crashing
into all that glitters is gold
and all that will be
will soon be in me
and all that is come
will soon come to three. 



anti-mercurial matters. 

words finally failed me
having depleted descriptive resources
when it comes overflowing 
from my lips
how much i love you
or what i absolutely feel
it is far from diminishing
instead ever-increasing momentarily
surpassing the english language
inspiring me to learn a new tongue
and speak sweet exotic murmurs. 



eons of adventure. 

thoughts drift to climbing
cliffs' faces with bared hands clenching tight, knuckles white
as though we've grabbed at ghosts 
and maybe we have in the spirited outdoors
stretching climatic history over miles and millenia
christening old traditions with ropes of technicolor
and clips with no rust
i commence my ascent, reaching for chains that bind
my body to this rock 
aged, yet with built strength from decades of withstanding
forces both natural and not
never forgetting the ones who pierced and bolted
those that came before but here i am today 
clinging and clutching building a strength of my own
in enduring endearing pain carrying pleasure 
like buckets of water over my shoulders weighing me down 
just enough for the challenge, stopping to disect route
analytically picking holds best for gripping
no chance of slipping though i know i won't fall
still determined to stretch legs and stand on my own 
reminders of life and inherent needs for control
independing on others, i do this alone with my mind
reasonably reassured that you're watching my every reach
and pull, climbing stairs to the astral sky
blinding enlightenment awaiting and peace in the making 
inhaled breath of filled smoky lungs
calming exhale is meditation 
i go for the next at increased pace instinctively running rough hands
across smooth stone, eyes closed and i've found the fit
fingers rigidly respectful keeping close to the wall
empathizing with blinded men reading faces, seeing in mind's eyes
is how i climb finding footholds, rubber soles of shoes on toes squeezed
now i swing and play
descending deciding only to rise again
feeling fearlessly for new paths less worn
the abstract like painting a perfect portrait of nothing
musing of ease far too soon as the ache seeps up arm's length
radiating around radius and ulna alike
you take it in strides to allow rest for fretting forearms
two seconds and i am off again on a tangent toward the tops of trees
feet protesting at heights undefined and i find myself at the end of my rope
reflectively dazed and lungs crashing
systematic systolic pumps blood to nervous branches shaking
rock hard overexertion and in that moment i see self-worthy science
when the heat in your voice ringing upward approval
melts me into black pupils' reflection 
and it appears i am the man in the moon. 



fancied philosophical farmers. 

beads dangle from backward mirrors 
smoke swiring in one ear and out the other
curling up and nesting with nephrons
weary from over-working witnesses
the single strand of tiger's eye
protects us from ourselves and killers
eager to aim shotguns at our dreams
fearing they have overpopulated fields
thus becoming every man's for himself
uprooting father's children too soon
or not soon enough for prodigal persistence
pushing plows with blistered palms
secretly studying philosophy by candlelight
to discover truths in lifetime lies
outright warnings of books burning
bearing burdens meant for tarnished souls
saying deliverance is upon us: shed a single tear.