December 9, 2011 at 8:09am
a minuet in the golden hour
the frost glowed its vapor
as the sun surfaced from its
eternal shine-
ephemeral patterns of birds
flew in the distance among
the tallest tree lines;
as i journeyed toward the light,
my eyes were stupefied by its sight,
so i followed the birds
and found migration in my vaporous heart,
somewhere in its eternal center,
a chill within me felt no longer winter.
February 6, 2010 at 2:36pm
dear my poetics
with caffeine untouched.
coffee splash wont stain.
poetic devices are used.
in order to refrain.
the talent thats amused,
brings lovely confused.
2:05 in the morning iv never felt so relaxed.
the outside is whitewashed.
im locked indoors from the outside in.
no worry to tic tac toe footprints of tennis rackets through nose high drift.
i cant leave departure since connected is literature.
this screen is so fucking bright.
brighter than illusions of ice in the desert.
why is there meaning to words?
internet poetry,
its just tapping of the keyboard.
cant you taste alliteration?
the rises when moon vanishes craters of the dark side.
there are water glasses sitting all over my room, very still.
the water may be frozen it hasn’t breathed since last night.
the icicles drool down my window and i cant glance outside.
im caved in the whiteface from the language was chosen.
outside is dissolved by winter warfare and may the amusement grow steady.
