Twenty-four. Twenty-three. He's the age of the pendulum. Adding slowly to the pile of years, he counts. Looking up from dusty cities with lamb-path streets, and following lonely roads to ice-coated highways and cities locked in pride of place. Twenty-three looks for the stupidity in his "wisdom," he looks for the peace in his "rage," … Continue reading Twenty-four (or “Twenty-three Revisited”)
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Grilled Cheese and Love
I used to think that love was a kind of layered, unfolding, blooming function of life, something that you would treat with care; like when you pull a freshly made grilled cheese apart, carefully but intensely; I thought, you could draw out the process as long as you were able; or rather, you would draw … Continue reading Grilled Cheese and Love
Deconstructed II
Me, I will slowly pull myself apart: fingernails, heart, vocal folds, tendons; I will pour my liquids into a bucket: blood, water, stomach acid, urine; I will section and cube myself out, a series of Lego building blocks, multiplying to smaller bits as I focus; the energy in one pile the matter in another; the … Continue reading Deconstructed II
Morning coffee (worth)
The cup rests softly on the kneeAn image of quiet calmI can see the caffeinated steamrising up along the rimsome is not so brave, some loses itsfaith to flyit pulls itself cool and condensedback to the rimback to the beads that sit undisturbed,Slowly gaining weight,feeling gravity pull on themThe inevitablefallhow it cools the contents of … Continue reading Morning coffee (worth)
Another Apology (and rightfully so)
I am sorryI know that I owe you an apologymy wine stained mind hasenough sense to say,That I know I owe you an apologyat some point I started tofade slowly away from youlike I was Marty McFlytrying to save my own lifeAnd slowly but surely watching myexistence erase and snub outI owe more to you,I … Continue reading Another Apology (and rightfully so)
Losing the Soul
It will leave you too...you think it's a permanent resident,The hole is all carved out,your chest, rare and bloodied,has become a tender testament tothe hollowness of the actions now taken;your heart you keep somewherein the back corner of the crisper,in the refrigerator with the carrotsand a half used, slightly molding, head of iceberg;But let me … Continue reading Losing the Soul
Mark Ræl: An Introduction
To follow in the footsteps of dozens of creative individuals; a stepping stool of wisdom, brought down slowly with words and time; To sweep the beams and buttresses of the overhead with thought; To see the world as spines as a series of circles and rhombi, broken down, layered, layered, layered; To know that reality … Continue reading Mark Ræl: An Introduction
Carrots and Such
I am wont To forget the pattern: That those residing in my fridge, Cooling and crisping as they do, Will only see the bright of life, As death comes closer.
Shower and Steam
I'm letting it all rush over me, each molecule how the exasperation of the heat rubs off oh and the allowance of such a thing every complex covalent bond slipping warmly over my skin waiting for the inevitable fall and I wonder what part of them stays with me what is with what is without … Continue reading Shower and Steam
Ice
It's stretched thin, like how I imagine water feels when it is frozen too quickly; as a whole, just a cube of cold matter, slightly larger than it was, something perfect for hot, Early September in the South West, on closer inspection, this water is screaming from expansion, swollen beyond recognition by fellow molecules. but … Continue reading Ice
