Tuesday, August 21, 2012

thereto

plastic birds
taking turns

silent sips
from a flask
holding
liquid eternity

or
it
could
have
been
ether

right after
air and earth
fire and water

plastic birds
do you care
much

about these things


do you
care much

about time


where would you go
what would you do
who would you meet
how would you know

or are you
happy
where you are

riveted
to a wooden
strip
pretending
to sip

from a flask
holding
solid captivity

plastic birds
tell me
how it tastes
this invisible
unending
element
you intake

does it
fill
your stomach
does it
quench
your thirst

tell me
plastic birds
are you
really sipping

or

do you need
to do
what you do
every passing minute

to look
at your reflection

reflecting
how you have
changed
how you have
remained the same

tell me
plastic birds

are you
here
by choice

or
were you captured
mid-flight
unaware
young
scared
uncertain
and
nailed down
against your wishes

plastic birds
tell me
here,
do you choose
to be
because
you are
two of a kind
different
from the rest
impossible
elsewhere
to find
a third
not even
remotely alike

do you
stay here
because
of the other

graciously
taking turns
allowing the other

before yourself
to take

silent sips
from a flask
holding
comforting intimacy

or
could
it
be
just

could
you
just
be

here
because of ether

right after
air and earth
fire and water

Monday, August 13, 2012

the elephant man


bosom


relativity

a crescendo
somewhere
far off

a cacophony
somewhere
closer

depending on
where you are
and where i
stand

never
muted
never
diluted

pure form
sublime
silken
soft
with
jagged edges

those sounds

your sounds

i hear
sometimes
from behind the walls

sometimes
from the universe
underground

sometimes
falling
from above
like stars
rain
hopes
dreams
wishes

certain words
flying
with wings

some
crawling
beneath
my skin

some sounds

those sounds

your sounds

come at me
sideways

crashing into me
before i can turn
spread my arms
and say
slow down

why this frenzy
you know you are
welcome

but those sounds

your sounds

can't hear

they raise
and rise
like a crescendo
cacophonic

somewhere
far off
somewhere
close

depending
on where
you are

and where
i stand

Monday, August 6, 2012

innuendo

on a stomach full of rock-bottoms,
he stumbled around,
just a disguise!
he said,
just a disguise!
who drinks whom at this tequila sunrise?