POETRY

MORNING

Waking to the sound of yesterday

At times the echo is kind to me

Usually it just hurts.

Between the sky and the lake I soar

In between the two

Arms spread wide

Caught in the bitter cold

As if harnessed to the massive and singular cloud overhead.

I want to wake up in blackness.

The coolness of silk licking my skin.

Spring 2014

PREDATOR

I envy him silently.

To throw the punch.

The anger clashed with someone’s jaw bone.

Their leg shattered under his.

To know power like that.

But then it isn’t power is it?

It is the opposite state of being.

The animalistic

Out of control blood shot eyes staring down

Every physical fear in the world that every now

And then creeps into my blood stream.

Spring 2014

DELTA

The idea of changing your mind

Of shifting your life

Is so overwhelmingly black and blue

From a punch of a stranger

That we seek anything superficially

Charged to knock us out instead.

Spring 2014

SEA CLIFF

With a speck of light teaming through the vertex on the glass

I wonder silently how mother is doing

And where the children will go to school.

Perhaps to ride horses on the Green Isle

And you stand atop the sea cliff wearing a white chiffon gown

That twists violently with the slightest change of wind.

Salt water coming into contact with your skin

Over

And over

Again

Your feet feel every morsel of earth

As it presses into the scaly rock.

The cracks deep underneath the sensitivity of your skin

But shallow in the daylight.

Eyes closed

The music comes from a memory

And an idea of what you’ve always wanted this moment to be.

Spring 2014

THE APPLAUSE

Did I reach your heart?

Did I reach your soul?

That’s all I will ever really want to know.

If for a moment

I crossed the physical barrier

And caught your subconscious in my hands

And spoke to it only the truth.

Spring 2014

NATIONAL ANTHEM

Slipping into the coma

Behind the red and white stripes of our country

Tis of thee sweet land of liberty

Of thee I sing into the mountain dirt

Feeling the earth and the swallow's wings

Up into the mist before Mordor and the long beard

Trailing behind me at wings length

Before my eyes close and darkness settles

Upon the burning orb in the midnight galaxy twinkling

With what I don't know and on and on we go

Until the turning becomes a revolution and

All force is geared towards kicking your leg up high

And connecting with an unfamiliar face

Until it washes away into the distance

Of a memory only to be forgotten when the coma slips away

Beyond the rain

Beyond the curtain into the storm and out of harms way

Here we are to stay and to breathe into the ears of one another

Breathing heavy and coarse like the salt from the Himalayas

Laugh at the matter and way of it all

Kindly sighing and loving and dreaming and hoping

Where we will be tomorrow

In the darkness of hell

The cavern where drinks fall from the ceiling onto bare feet

With glass shattering the skin and lines caressing the face

Rocks rub you the wrong way and it all glistens

Like freshly fracked oil out of the earth

Spilling onto your palms

All over the land into the dust bowl and

Out of depression we hope security will find us

And the net won't break or be retracted

And in the gleaming remnants of hope

We fall down dead on a bed of fish

Gulping for water that was taken away from them

On the deck of a massive ship

Rolling in the angry white caps

Spewing up into the rubber clad faces

Yellow like the duck of the bubble bath

And the leather strewn skin

Rugged like the wood they were carved from.

Spring 2014