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Blue LineI am hungry,
I am starved.
Emaciated with the passing
of what essence was left.
I rub my ribs, they are
iron bars, holding together
the sacs of cells within-
Radius and ulna,
reach deep. There is a long way
yet to go, and although-
The ground is cold comfort. The
steel walls a reprieve-
But I must go. There is a sun to be
Vines whip in the soft wind. The trees are
tired this time of year. Like they
were waiting for a quieter age,
and it has come, as promised.
Canopy full of sound,
water drips onto the ragged roots.
The craggy trunks hold fast.
A million more years to last.
I will not accept these cuffs and binds,
this is mine to decide.
I can hear the soil singing, an awful roar,
furor and terroir.
And that night, ragged bones crawled,
and left the stony isles, the steely trees,
cameras that drilled direct, blue line to the soul-
and out came a man, alive.
Upstate New York, WinterTarry black sky.
My hands drifting through it,
grabbing at stars.
My arms held upward
ten pound test, thin hooks
spread through the skin,
Paralysis. The clock and I,
we're out of sync.
I sleep through the day.
Every night I wait for a star
lighting up the line as it passes.
When my hands live again
I'll clasp them around that star-
pull it down-
hold it to my heart.
Time's EndThe sky tore open -
space erupting, impenetrable darkness,
and silent stars shining down -
I grabbed your hand.
Soon the air will be pulled
from the sky
from our lungs
but until then.
The light bent around us,
pulled us taut,
stretched us thin.
The night went on and on -
labored, I clung to the ground.
My head all clouds, my knuckles
bright as day. Every ounce
keeping gravity at bay,
as muscles seized, heaved -
finally it rended,
light bent to broken,
an event horizon stretching to infinity.
But in that final moment
as infinity approached,
and the quantum foam boiled over,
hand in hand,
frozen in time -
UnbridledI felt the ghost hand's hold.
In the morning,
when I fetched my coffee,
my hands turned to claws,
my wings ugly and grey, singed with smoke.
When you woke you stepped through the halo,
and your eyes gleamed.
How long have we lain?
And what beasts have we made?
I will fester and become more.
I have grown inside of you,
and soon my hands will be yours to command.
And soon my heart will redouble,
pumping both our blood.
I will walk through my days in silence.
My voice has already gone over.
To my back the thunder will roar, and I will bow,
my back flexed, my muscles moving.
Soon my body will lay supine, and the lightning will consume.
Tomorrow I will wake up.
Tomorrow I'll be you.
Wild Westyou've lived a billion years,
why fill them with regret now?
lying down, waiting for the world to end.
a natural death, calm and quiet.
your face harrowed,
marrow slow, then stopped.
empty eyes staring at empty space.
you've been waiting for the black holes
to consume you. and your soul?
and the heat death?
has it made your heart cold?
but I've known you all these years
through time and space, lives away
has the time worn you too thin?
what of you remains?
no, keep your lips closed.
I can read you fine from here.
the static on every band.
a billion years riding behind you
on a broken horse
through the vast open space.
I won't let you drift away.
The GardenerI was squeezing grapes with my fingers,
jamming them in my mouth,
pulling them from my clothes.
There was a hunger that all my acres
could not subsist. Could not
And with the blight a thousand wasps
carried me out beyond the fences
and past the pastures
and opened my god-damn eyes.
It was bright and sunny
and early morning,
gold light like her wispy hair
and in the concrete cell
I cried out,
"I did not commit."
26 long years.
All that's left
a field of weeds.
In the hallwayI saw death hanging around
in the hallway outside of my apartment.
I was choking on cigarette smoke.
He cracked a little smile and walked off,
rattling bones echoing off the walls.
Motorcycle Ride, San Francisco, Nighthe felt the low rumble between his legs
egging him on. stars dripped from his eyes,
white-hot wet. he pursed his li6ps tight,
contorting his face. he gripped hard,
feet flicking, wrists twisting. loud,
he pushed off into the night.
the black river below him unchanging.
not a sound to the left or right,
just the low hum to keep him company.
the air cooled and light
dripped from his pores.
he turned off the lights,
letting himself bathe in the glow.
the hum raised him back,
his eyes clear on the river once more.
it had been a long night,
and he had paddled soft and slow
trying to keep warm.
he held his eyes tight and waited for the blow.
O Teleftaios StratiotesΟ Τελευταίος Στρατιώτης
Ο κόσμος είχε αλλάξει για πάντα.
Κι όμως, μετά απ'όλα αυτά,
οι δυο στρατηγοί
ο ένας απέναντι στον άλλον,
το ίδιο αλλαζονικά όπως πριν,
σαν να μην είχε συμβεί ποτέ
Skyline MuseSkyline Muse
vistas of sylvan charms
cross my vision as we drive through art,
a mural of green flags
across a watercolor(ed) canvas.
with her arm out the window
the wind holding her tresses
in a tempestuous tenure,
she looks back at me
and flashes her beaming smile
as we drive towards the peak
aiming to hit the highest mark.
the gravel road rolling under turning tires,
we move up and up,
the sun falling the higher we go.
we always envisioned arriving here at sundown
and it’s yawning now,
so it’s only a matter of time
before it must tuck itself in for the night.
so when we reach crown of the mountain
and park the hardtop near the edge of the crest.
jewel encrusted skies tease auburn blankets
as the stars are finally materializing incarnate,
it’s almost heavenly to see the body
merge from fervor markers to cool ink.
the draft was a signal of the art just beginning,
feet moving across clay as we dangle soles
over the edge of the earth as the day
puts on its hoodie
asked me why i
love you, and
i was lost for
words– which doesn't often happen
to a writer– because i couldn't
the way you look
smile. it's something
that a hidden part of me lives
for; that one tooth
out of line, that
one dimple on the
of your face.
i couldn't tell her
how i often lie alone in a big bed and
miss the way you smell, the
way you b r e a t h e.
and, oh, i couldn't tell her
how i had never
wanted someone there
with me to
pull me out of the
dark– you taught me that someone
doesn't have to
understand your pain; they just
be there to try and
so i couldn't say
why– i just smiled and said that
it doesn't matter
why, because, for
once, i have fallen in love with a
9.12in a place where
grow, i stole shadows
from a jar of
pen ink. the stars
me; i had to forgive
and with high eyes and a
fire-tongue, the kind you get from
smoking too many
came from the ground and
take them back– but
my fists grew
tight. i fought him like
hell; and he, too
has yet to
As I lie upon my bed
Trying to forget a conflict not demanded
Listening to music to relax my mind
With my lover at my side
For one second I closed my eyes to slumber
And my mind drifted to things it remembered
To forget a problem it could not understand
It seemed that more than one voice was speaking
But I could not place them, even one
They spoke of things from beyond my time
Of mythical objects larger than the African elephant
Creatures with strange names and stranger shapes*
Of lost cities under the ocean
Wherein those strange creatures dwelt
I sat listening and began to shudder
For one voice was deeper than the others
And it warned of the revival
Of things existent long before man evolved
The Black CatThe alley cat
A stranger to all
Wants only to mind his business
When he walks the streets
All he searches for is his next meal
He feels a leg
And a child falls and cries
The mother takes her annoyance out
By kicking the animal
The stray cat
Is given no love
He can press his face
Against anyone he wants to
And still have no affection in return
Ere he knows
A man he follows
Begins to fight another about
Who is blind or idiotic
And then speak with their fists
The little cat
Fragile like glass
Has the world against him
He can act as he sees fit
But continues to seem to err
Someone shoves him onto the road
Only for him to survive
For the machine that could have taken him
Collided with another
The black cat
Was only misunderstood
I saw him ev'rytime I walked
To my favourite venue
Then I learned his one day at a shelter
Where he was killed without question
Shame on all of you
All he wanted
Was what we give each other
Good-bye, dear friend
The line between life,
is quite thin.
They both steal moments,
from your precious soul.
And allow time to tick,
Life's first plaintive cry,
was stolen from death.
We were all never to breathe,
Humanity had to strike his hand,
for him to lose grasp.
still in slumber,
into the rough hold of life.
It is then,
from our once eternal slumber.
We draw our first breath,
Unlike Death's sweet embrace,
Life's is rough and painful.
We jump from her,
to run back to a sweet embrace.
we see Death as he looms.
he hushes our breath,
stills our tongue,
and closes our eyes.
And we sleep.
A kick in the headYou blossomed into a flower - a small and frail flower.
You were a nice flower, I guess; I've seen prettier.
But you had such a simple, plain pattern
That it was almost refreshing to see you.
You captured sunshine for the first time.
You sung a little tune each day
(even though you were practically tone deaf).
I didn't mind though; you were happy.
Time seemed so painfully ethereal
You wilted and bled into the dirt.
Digging down exponentially to where you thought you belonged.
You swear to yourself to never see light again
Because its loss hurt more than staying in the dark.
Excavationechoing off the valley walls,
metal on metal. i'm overwhelmed
that ring of ax on gold
we were rich in this valley
til the night settled in
and, surrounded, we tried to keep warm
curled around the fire,
but the stars were so bright
we both went blind.
hungry animals lurked,
just beyond the fire's heat
until we both exhausted, fell asleep.
i felt them pulling,
first at you, then at me,
and i reached up, drew,
and emptied round after round
after round after round
until they were all nothing
nothing but dust and the ash of the flames
and my eyes cleared, but yours
milky and wide.
now the mines haul hard,
the lines never slack,
the sound never stops.
every day they grind another inch off your bones.
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