Could I become
The one who left
Once again
The one who waits
Here, once again
Simply laid-out on its path
Toothed surface of paper
And the duration
Of this blooded pen
January 2004 Archives
Not a hiatus but more a billowing of today, of just today. Which in effect alters the past and the future. Thinking of water itself sinking. It's a Saturday and I bask under the light entering my windows. Free warmth. I face the sun, close my eyes, and chase magnified dust particles on the surface of my eyes. I wondered if you really need language to better understand yourself. Perhaps you don't. But it certainly helps to learn the meaning of the word 'twilight'.
Dear m'liver
At some point last year
I decided --this year I would be
an alcoholic, just for a year
I had my reasons then
really, but now it seems clear
this is no easy deal
demanding (you)
a good understanding
of chemicals,
a complete re-management
of schedule, and
an entirely
new wardrobe
You... in between
a diminishing dream, and
the reluctance to swallow
that menacing thought
of awakening
__eld breath
Now a choice
of where
in which
or if
to exhale
Today you were happy. Beauty came
to you much like how someone would
describe a motor crash as:
"I was driving, then
this big fuckin' tree started coming
right at me!"
They say, it's the heart
that goes first
I wouldn't be sur-
prised if I was next