The Spirit of October
The spirit of October flaunting her leafy crown of color on fire
Even in the grim face of the cold grey smoke of cruel winter
Waiting hushed to suffocate a soul not steeled by autumn.
Friday, October 7, 2011
September Becomes A Ghost / new poems 2011
Roll The Rock Away
The bewildered years abandoned along the way,
Days littering the road less traveled, less taken,
The unbeaten path leading away from Golgotha,
A decade left behind and hung from a crossroad,
The hours counting their own untimely crucifixion.
The bewildered years abandoned along the way,
Days littering the road less traveled, less taken,
The unbeaten path leading away from Golgotha,
A decade left behind and hung from a crossroad,
The hours counting their own untimely crucifixion.
September Becomes A Ghost / new poems 2011
Give Up This Ghost You Carry (Invisible Burden)
Give up this ghost you carry
Upon the cross of broken shoulders
And arms outstretched in a perfect effigy
Of a pale spirit weighted by an invisible burden.
Give up this ghost you carry
Upon the cross of broken shoulders
And arms outstretched in a perfect effigy
Of a pale spirit weighted by an invisible burden.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
September Becomes A Ghost / new poems 2011
A Shudder Of Wings / A Stirring Of Stars
A plane passes beneath the belt of Orion,
Spirits sway upon the wake of its contrail,
Birds fly from limbs in a shudder of wings
Like a memory for the wind to carry along
Around a world half lit by a stirring of stars.
A plane passes beneath the belt of Orion,
Spirits sway upon the wake of its contrail,
Birds fly from limbs in a shudder of wings
Like a memory for the wind to carry along
Around a world half lit by a stirring of stars.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
September Becomes A Ghost / new poems 2011
Beyond The Beyond
Something
As imperceptible as air
Pulling us
Toward the sun.
The moon
Up above the wind,
Bigger than it's ever been
As we reach for the stars.
Something
As imperceptible as air
Pulling us
Toward the sun.
The moon
Up above the wind,
Bigger than it's ever been
As we reach for the stars.
September Becomes A Ghost / new poems 2011
Horoscope (Cut And Paste)
Today,
stay in bed.
Don't mix
business with pleasure.
Sleep
with a Leo.
Tomorrow,
start a fire.
Today,
stay in bed.
Don't mix
business with pleasure.
Sleep
with a Leo.
Tomorrow,
start a fire.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
September Becomes A Ghost / new poems 2011
A Rail Of Birds
Crawled across a life, (a) wake),
A continental divide
Between want, need, and the death of desire
Marking moments on a map
I made with only typewriter ribbon
And the mutter of mad mumbling
Before dreams take hold,
Westing beyond the sleep I fetishize,
Beyond the heresy of geology,
To follow the geography
Hidden beyond a painted landscape's frame,
Coming to rest, content
Alone beneath a rail of birds,
Periods upon a copy paper sky,
That, like me at last,
Will never be the same again,
Even as I linger here between
Sleep, dreams and final destination.
Crawled across a life, (a) wake),
A continental divide
Between want, need, and the death of desire
Marking moments on a map
I made with only typewriter ribbon
And the mutter of mad mumbling
Before dreams take hold,
Westing beyond the sleep I fetishize,
Beyond the heresy of geology,
To follow the geography
Hidden beyond a painted landscape's frame,
Coming to rest, content
Alone beneath a rail of birds,
Periods upon a copy paper sky,
That, like me at last,
Will never be the same again,
Even as I linger here between
Sleep, dreams and final destination.
September Becomes A Ghost / new poems 2011
September (Becomes A Ghost)
Fall's dull sun slipping away
Upon a dead leaf strewn wind
Can no longer hold my shadow
As September becomes a ghost
Rattling windows before the rain.
Fall's dull sun slipping away
Upon a dead leaf strewn wind
Can no longer hold my shadow
As September becomes a ghost
Rattling windows before the rain.
Monday, October 3, 2011
September Becomes A Ghost / new poems 2011
Paper To Dust
Paper to dust, all of our pale books,
Dying suns burning in our mortal hands,
Falling stars raining down upon our clay feet,
Rising moon bright beyond our ashen shoulders
Illuminating until the end all our ephemeral stories.
Paper to dust, all of our pale books,
Dying suns burning in our mortal hands,
Falling stars raining down upon our clay feet,
Rising moon bright beyond our ashen shoulders
Illuminating until the end all our ephemeral stories.
September Becomes A Ghost / new poems 2011
Any Given Moment
Mirrors moving, capturing a mere impression of a given moment,
Only one amidst a myriad, among the shatter of reflections,
Our broken light's belief beyond a shadow of a doubt.
Mirrors moving, capturing a mere impression of a given moment,
Only one amidst a myriad, among the shatter of reflections,
Our broken light's belief beyond a shadow of a doubt.
September Becomes A Ghost / new poems 2011
The Crooked Path (Mortar Of Footprints)
The fallen leaves
Surrounding my years, miles,
mortar of footprints
Smolder from the spark
My flint heels left behind,
The smoke irritating
A thousand eyes
Of those who cannot see
Beyond the horizon
Of their own hesitant steps
Into the uncertain future,
Wanting instead to walk it back
To a time when
Limbs were still weighted
By the foliage of a decade's falls
Now scattering with the wind
To cover the crooked path
I have cut through a wilderness
Where memories only hinder progress.
The fallen leaves
Surrounding my years, miles,
mortar of footprints
Smolder from the spark
My flint heels left behind,
The smoke irritating
A thousand eyes
Of those who cannot see
Beyond the horizon
Of their own hesitant steps
Into the uncertain future,
Wanting instead to walk it back
To a time when
Limbs were still weighted
By the foliage of a decade's falls
Now scattering with the wind
To cover the crooked path
I have cut through a wilderness
Where memories only hinder progress.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
September Becomes A Ghost / new poems 2011
La Bella Vista
Take scissors,
Cut across the edges of a life
Discarding everything
That has gotten in the way
Of la bella vista.
Take scissors,
Cut across the edges of a life
Discarding everything
That has gotten in the way
Of la bella vista.
September Becomes A Ghost / new poems 2011
Coreografía Del Corazón
Theosophical thoughts
Course blue veins,
Red blood's hue
In search of
The reason,
A rhythm,
for life
itself.
Theosophical thoughts
Course blue veins,
Red blood's hue
In search of
The reason,
A rhythm,
for life
itself.
September Becomes A Ghost / new poems 2011
In These Mists
Our shadows cling to morning dew,
Kiss the dull light of coming days,
Leave us damp and lying supine
In pools of soft, painted foliage.
Our shadows cling to morning dew,
Kiss the dull light of coming days,
Leave us damp and lying supine
In pools of soft, painted foliage.
September Becomes A Ghost / new poems 2011
Makes A Flag Of
Look away,
I removed my skin,
In violation of vital organs,
My heart among them,
On display, splayed
For all to see, to hear
Within a listen
To the subtle, discordant pulse
Of all that still breathes
Between the folds of muscle and flesh,
The humanity of hidden language
Bleeding out between lines
Connecting lives,
The letting red of blue veins
Makes a flag of
What once was our collective surrender.
Look away,
I removed my skin,
In violation of vital organs,
My heart among them,
On display, splayed
For all to see, to hear
Within a listen
To the subtle, discordant pulse
Of all that still breathes
Between the folds of muscle and flesh,
The humanity of hidden language
Bleeding out between lines
Connecting lives,
The letting red of blue veins
Makes a flag of
What once was our collective surrender.
September Becomes A Ghost / new poems 2011
A Tango More Novel
Tell-tale, our stories told in time,
Dancing hours, waltzing years
Across trapdoor floors
Giving way to the weight of a lifetime,
Leaving our cards upon tables
Static despite their moveable feasts,
The hunger for hand in hand,
A tango more novel than time itself.
Tell-tale, our stories told in time,
Dancing hours, waltzing years
Across trapdoor floors
Giving way to the weight of a lifetime,
Leaving our cards upon tables
Static despite their moveable feasts,
The hunger for hand in hand,
A tango more novel than time itself.
September Becomes A Ghost / new poems 2011
Collapse Upon Black Keys
Breath, neck to neck,
A music for two pianos
Filling this valentine heart
With the pure of white ivories
The pink of surrendering sunsets,
The lipstick red of wine and roses,
The heart of the matter as memorable
As the air through a wide open window
The moment we collapse upon black keys.
Breath, neck to neck,
A music for two pianos
Filling this valentine heart
With the pure of white ivories
The pink of surrendering sunsets,
The lipstick red of wine and roses,
The heart of the matter as memorable
As the air through a wide open window
The moment we collapse upon black keys.
September Becomes A Ghost / new poems 2011
Thread Of Smoke
Sending letters to myself,
Reminders left to yellow
In a tin holding the fragrance
Of stale tobacco, matches
Waiting to be struck,
Their sulfur secreting
A decade's pungent correspondence,
Dear me
Patiently awaiting release
Into a world, a wind
That sighs beneath the weight
Of canceled postmarks
Delivering nostalgia, sentiment,
And a cache of regrets
On an unwinding thread of smoke.
Sending letters to myself,
Reminders left to yellow
In a tin holding the fragrance
Of stale tobacco, matches
Waiting to be struck,
Their sulfur secreting
A decade's pungent correspondence,
Dear me
Patiently awaiting release
Into a world, a wind
That sighs beneath the weight
Of canceled postmarks
Delivering nostalgia, sentiment,
And a cache of regrets
On an unwinding thread of smoke.
September Becomes A Ghost / new poems 2011
100 Summers / 1000 Winters
Restless, the grass beneath my feet
Holds stories perfumed by 100 summers,
Weathered by 1000 winters
Where its secrets wait
For spring's release to once again
Inform the slowly warming wind
Of its whispered litany
Lying green in blades of hushed grace.
Restless, the grass beneath my feet
Holds stories perfumed by 100 summers,
Weathered by 1000 winters
Where its secrets wait
For spring's release to once again
Inform the slowly warming wind
Of its whispered litany
Lying green in blades of hushed grace.
September Becomes A Ghost / new poems 2011
Memories Written Revealed
Spaces beside thoughts
Brimming with
a collective of moments,
Their unruly stack
At last, somehow
Sorted,
Memories written
Revealed
Spaces beside thoughts
Brimming with
a collective of moments,
Their unruly stack
At last, somehow
Sorted,
Memories written
Revealed
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