Tuesday, February 28, 2012


Precarious paths winding and intertwining.
Like a map or better, a maze!
Of scrawled words;
Some dark and serrated, bleeding.
Others with the slightest impact, a dying bulb
But still integral
To my expression, my sanity.
My thought; a potent piece of light,
Flitting deep into immeasurable divisions of space
Ascending wavering ladders,
Woven together by shredded fragments of every prospective utterance.
Tasting every viable union
Until settling on the precise arrangement,
My perfect expression.

Monday, February 27, 2012


Shallow pool of sunless black
Level glass yielding depth
Of lightless liquid carbon
Broken surface, airborne stain
Weak droplets fall to collapse
To meet, to tarnish composure
The stark and stifled
Pure lightness

Sunday, February 26, 2012


Two years ago I wrote
Of reinvention.
Of my paper thin resilience.
Of my deathless need
Of New.

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