some place else to be driftin’…
Posted in Journal on Aug 9th, 2003
Have you ever sat in total silence, neither in the presence of repose nor grief, listening to nothing, except for the strangely phonic feel of your toes etching figure-eights against those of the other foot, as if the thinly-scratchy roughness of boned-skin against another was the exact small sound necessary to greatly magnify the […]
Posted in Verse on Aug 14th, 2003
Between minutes distinct as day
and night, each shadow every
stranger I have touched; known,
but for the quality of their giving.
Memory at rest.
But a memory whose recall was
an arm blind to the limit of its
reaching, an eye which did not,
could not, accept a horizon.
And so.
Like every story in the telling,
every stranger’s face was
the green shape of […]
He sat down.
For a long time, that was all he could do. Motionless on the chair, his mind centered, dragged into the gaze of his own dark reflection from the glowing black of his computer screen. He assumed the streetlamp off to the side of the window he was facing was on, because […]
Posted in Journal on Aug 23rd, 2003
He didn’t know what it was - he ought to be able to tell by now, why he glossed over the details of his day, and, when he did deign to talk about anything, he tended to explore inwards; to rant, in detail, about his pathos, as opposed to explaining how he functioned because […]
Posted in Verse on Aug 25th, 2003
bleaker than emptiness
gapes open that spring
where mystic fire had seemed
so undying
like heart-pumping dreams
the night before
subsiding
without a whimper at
the light of day
the soul cries out
one more time
like a heart coughing
up one last defiant breath
of air
how many wrongs
does it take to make one
right
how many vermillion
sunsets going home
does it take to greet
one sunrise
cleanly without
despair
Posted in Transpositions on Aug 27th, 2003
Her: hey
Her: lol you snob!
Him: heh who u ? gimme some light…
Her: ah ah..U gonna bite my head off
Him: see? no mo realness..everyone hiding…no point nemore
Her : no.. hiding. coz we get targeted
Him: hu hu huh i’m gonna target u too? o well..
Her: lots of them focus […]
Posted in Transpositions on Aug 28th, 2003
This post is not part of my journal, per se. I think that I will “forever” seek to capture the elements — call them nuances, for lack of a better word — of very personal moments that define the human equation. I’ve started a category in my weblog I’ve called “Transpositions” (again for […]
another sunbeam
spitting through venetian
blinds
hitting my already
parched lips stretched
in a rictus of another
morning
does not seem to help
at all
i do not see what good
one more saturday can do
to soften the edges
of a soul knifed shut
but for the susurration of
dreams sighing
down
stray shadows escaping
like notes wrested from
a cradle-song remembered
too late
i have no bedfellows
who can share my […]
