Wednesday, October 22, 2008

eclipse

the world fades
as the moon slowly passes
over your soft lips
i choke
on my perfect day

Thursday, October 9, 2008

the jewel

in the silent vapor of my breath
gossamer snow fell between the pines
A strange rubber ball appeared out of the nothingness.
"Put yourself in the ball," a voice said.
I did as it asked, "Allright?"
"Now, throw it!" the voice replied.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

tool becomes enemy
clay soldiers march
leaflets of propaganda
drape the dead city
the chemotherapy that kills cities is itself a cancer

momentary embalming

the time between shots
is full of tremors