You begin with the twitch of conception, a long narcotic lullaby until the song vibrates in every cell and bone. We will never be rid of each other, so come, come, little ones will circle in dance striking your face with flowers I loved, mocking your toothy grin they will never take your outstretched hands, […]
The cat chases its tail, the dog whimpers in sleep the heart skips a beat… It’s not a nightmare, not a movie, a TV show. Wake when you will but where will you be, in bed alone, In the den, your unknowing hand holding a gun, at your desk starting at nothing? It doesn’t matter—Looking […]
all things live forever nudge shape the others the mind in sleep tries to build another world I dream my life awake ears open to a lullaby sung by death to soul until the old body dies
Through slanting doors and broken windows odd furniture in dim rooms old books and roses rotting with age I follow you, charts and crumpled maps and paper glitter like a lost hope– Sudden sky and wide water reeds along a shore under a silver willow you call to the other side. No limb or vine […]
What Chopin wanted most was to die in George Sand arms, on his deathbed all he got Was a nosegay of violets She left at his door When her daughter turned her away– People can be such shits. He wrote a friend on his deathbed, “She promised me I would die in her arms.” How did […]
What begins from the first day? The world goes slowly white, Not black and white: black Is all colors, but white is empty. Even the greatest go, they Cannot change or come back– In Japan they do not wear black When someone dies, but white. The greatest stand alone to sing The time, a poem, […]
I am the misconceived
Unconnected son of an ordinary woman
Who baked as many cakes as your Mom, loved me as much.
My father went to war, saved the nation, came home with medals
Shell shocked head, memories he cannot tell.
Something went wrong with me.
It was not the boyish pranks, soap on your windows
Halloween t.p. on your house and car
I am evil behind a mask… etc. etc….
Rikuzentakata Ôfunato Kuji swept away No trace they were ever there Otsuchi Miyako Yamada Sôma Namie Minamisôma Onagawa Kesennuma Natori Ishinomaki gone, The earth gave and the sea Has taken away Banda Ache Two hundred thirty thousand Gone in the Indian Ocean wave. I am thinking of Phuket on Boxing Day The waters receding so […]
What the hell was I thinking coming here to a Hell, I keep asking myself what on Earth I’m doing here and come up with the same and different answers– Heaven The Serpent devours itself and then looks for more to eat because it is always expanding contracting Thirsty hungry restless alive… Rayn Roberts 9/25/17
running under chaos order under order -chaos death a stream running under birth birth standing behind every -death flowers whisper death and birth in all seasons this is how it is: Just. Aug 8 2017