Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Burial

Through torn strands I whisper
To battling shadows.
In their horses’ breath they utter
My name
Calling me back
To the onset of dreams.

I recall
The tunnel and its warmth
Gushing forth
In gulps of sinewy agony.
I was embalmed within its walls.

Thoughts are avalanches
Sealing tunnels.
Only shadows speak
My fossils remain...

Friday, August 15, 2008

I invoked you in all your plurality
When you volunteered your sighs
And I forsook my memories
On the frozen myth of your religion.

Believe me, your never were gone
Even in those briefest moments
When fulfilment threatened to overpower,
Or what I perceived as happiness
Shadowed your caresses.

Yes, Ive loved you
With all my virgin naivete
With all my lost tenacity.
And now at last
I know your touch.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

An Other Life

Death doesn't love me anymore,
But once it did
When I stood at the threshold of the bolted door.
Were the groans of toads louder than Id imagined?
Or was my soul too full of dead flies?

Death will love me again,
Again soon.
When bleeding stories have drenched themselves
In the swamp's waters,
Full of toads' groans.

Ill unlock the door at last
And be greeted by dead flies.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Falling

Your promise
Of an unbearded moon,
My demographer’s map...
Pock marks in your soul
And love in my fist.

The lamp’s golden gate, the sky
Weeping prisoner’s tears
Smeared with dead men’s bones.

I look into your eyes
I curse myself yet again.