out here things are a little different
every one and thing takes their time
people actually hear what you have to say
so make sure you mean it
barns are shitty because they are structurally unsound
not because they just look worn and torn
at night
great gusts of wind roll across the sky in waves
crashing through the dry leaves and stiff branches
violent and unrelenting
distant thunderstorms pound their muted BOOM
lightning briefly illuminating
clouds, acres, and rain
the misty half moon spell
over all of this
i close my eyes
and hear the ocean
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Sol
sometimes I look right at the sun
even when I know I'm not supposed to
to see how long I can last.
even though it burns
i know the ghost of the sun
pulsating under my eyelids
will fade over time.
even when I know I'm not supposed to
to see how long I can last.
even though it burns
i know the ghost of the sun
pulsating under my eyelids
will fade over time.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Tiny Vice
New Year's resolution in Nasty Nassau
I should have known from the start
At first it was social, complimentary
Then more frequent, affordances of
still times
ritual
depth
and breath
Partner to times that raised my heart rate
the closest approximation to a campfire experience with
darting fireflies
a huddle and whispers
interrupted by bolts of laughter
Campaigns waged in my youth
picket signs discarded
Now I just pick at it
A scab
I'll never say never
but I will say "Not this time"
because our time has come
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