Showing posts with label water. Show all posts
Showing posts with label water. Show all posts

Saturday, January 12, 2013

The Whippet


A whippet ran past me along the boardwalk.
I never saw one outside of those shows where
they prance about so unnaturally.

I chased it down, as far as I could,
but the slope was steep and
the walk had stopped, at the point
where once the water stood

Fresh and blue,
I choose to remember things
as they were

Yet for that dog,
it moved so fast,
my only memory
continues as a blur

Sunday, March 11, 2012

What She Deemed as Independence


Fretting the skylark vignette, thinking
was it troublesome, I forget?
fragile, damaged—subterfuge
inserted through—detachers landing pads
abruptly fluttersome, this dark dove
of scarcity…crumbs…and ain’t that so so so so

Sweating the tough clues, brick
upon brick, soft at the mortar-side—
flashing incoherence, representable
detonation—of scoffed genuflections—
easily mutable are distractions—but—case
in pointed point presents the presences of pretension—sweeping through—a haunting dark—reefs broken by—all the everlasting—
freak flags glowing—bezerk—ghastly—cruel—but who knows the pick to blame?  and ain’t that so so so so

I’ve dreamt the same dream for decades now,
there I sat mountain high, observing as
colossal tides collapse, collide—into the low
craggy tips, barely breathing—there—above an ocean’s rising floor—draped amongst the plankton skirts and corral tees— the red, the blues—and there, I realize, I’m more own worst anemone.

 shine shine shine though, sparkly shine—the party beats still—expectations don’t surrender—must try, must try—then, there—without trying—a memory—how beautiful the ceiling looked—cloud covering fog below, the light shards pierce of select wave—It was beyond peaceful, beyond any Eden I could ever know—ecstasy until….”damn pills said I’d sleep through the night”

…and attrition reminds me—everything I had purposely ignored— while sleeping under stardust, coveting whatever the splashing leaves behind—

however –
neurons remembered the firing pin—and…and, the words were still there—as if they had never left—intact—survived—still remained—exactly where last placed—way back when—on that day—the one you called your independence— as you stood tall upon that reef, watching the schools swim so so so    

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Tethered Floe


scantily clad—
amidst the direst of conditions—
as dead heats flare

an ice-bled blush—
pinks, whites and lavenders—
erupting loose the triaged carousel

once tousled, vain and empty,
now similar basins sting in stirred
repeals of fluidity

as drains of hopeful restitution watch,
enlightened glaziers form the ringlet’s pond—
though terse, respectful still—
of that which the flowered petal’s stem
has to offer

a variance of interpretations,
emboss the torn glimmer’s
layered tiers—caressing
intermingled pools—

rainbow flavored flooding
displaced by streams
of glacial floe

append the scansions
of latticework—
once built upon
tethered spines
of dreams
unfiltered




Thursday, March 17, 2011

Grey Boat

Walking on a grey boat, at this unholy hour,
From east to west, from rail to rail,
Pacing on a grey boat,
Seconds moving as fast as many people’s hours,

Walking on a grey boat, atop some murky water,
Down a narrow inlet, over the darkest water
Working on a grey boat,
It’s not the kind you find for leisure,

Walking on a grey boat, same way as usual
Pacing back and forth,   the wet boards touching sneakers,
Awash not from rain, but from a misty air,
A tributary from that falling rapid over there,

Not many voices to soothe
Less distractions too I suppose
On such a large grey boat
Manned by a crew of two
                                And I haven’t seen the captain in four long days
Works a product of several assumptions
My main reason, my main duty
Is to feed the coal into this beauty,
Grey soldier, after all these years
So many thoughts and words we’ve shared
And still your spitting darkness out to the air