Poetry

Open your eyes despite all that pushes against you,
reach out, take another handful even if you earn a bruiseful.
swim this sea of stars that elude each kick, each pull, every breath;
dark unknown surrounds you and the depths are darker, deeper.

an overweight sawn eight in hexsplainmeter
when the horizon fails, fair lumber jacks wreak trees
create new wreathed view, gloves in hand, give a good squeeze
small labour ‘tis sharply wielded, done just to please
the court, but the cost of the undertaking, is sure to be seiz’d

The photograph is aged. The red leeched away,
leaving more blue green so it appears aqueous,
the entire piece older, rare because of it.
The picture shows a window within what appears to be

He had a spider web tattoo on his elbow,
a holograph of an eye on his lapel,
his complexion was smooth and uneven,
a killer and a scholar, you could tell.

First, disregard the word shimmer.
too rapidly it decays into simmer,
shunner, slimmer, suddenly slum
slam, slammer summer. It will not
stand, it dissolves upon reflection.

to inspire such a feeling within someone
I must really get under your skin
to think about someone, a lot
whether to know what to do, or not
if anything special will be required
yesterday, I was no one, but today I‘m
someone, because I was chosen by you

Leaving the subway station,
the tile floor is bandaged
with hundreds of magazine covers
all featuring Britney Spears,

I wanted to be electricity,
but I became snow instead.
No medium of communication,
a medium of coruscation.
I lie bright, unblinking in the sun,

you walk home hatless
ear packed with wet snow
squeak in a field of frozen
susurration, foot place