Wednesday, May 27, 2009

falling

falling

   even when the fall is only thing 
   one has left that matters

falling

falling

   picking up pieces here

falling

   graceful or your face in the mud

falling 

falling

   whether you shout into the night

falling

   and run like hell

falling

   or cry your eyes out
   pleading to whatever higher power

falling

falling

falling

   it isn't going to 
   make any difference

falling

   you fall

falling

falling

   but no worries: you won't

falling

   be there 

falling

falling

   to see 

falling

   the sudden stop

Monday, May 11, 2009

there is nothing to say

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

the night spreads on the sky 

a one-way-mirror 
  with tiny little peep-holes 
for gods to watch 
  the squalid human condition 

play, watch and laugh 

even if i know 
some of the stars i watch 
  are long dead 

even if i know 
in the no man's land of 
  all things since passed 
the words i utter precipitously 
  are long dead 
if not insignificant

as night spreads 
we despair, watch and remember 
  that history is not the antidote 
  but very reason for cynicism 

Sunday, May 4, 2009

bring out my stale words
two cents a piece
speaking of yesteryear's
love, obsession or heartbreak

two cents a piece

even if words without love
were as empty as love without words

but
they are two cents a piece
and i'm much too tired to sleep