The night was lonely and dense and contained but a single path leading to the deeper wilderness. It was the looking into a mirror and seeing only the pooling darkness of my mind. By the window the crickets rioted. I was held captive by my fears and a vague subversive mantra for my own destruction.Continue reading “On Becoming Nothing”
Lightly, very lightly along the edges I will walk. And though my heart the engine roars low and menacing and ready in my hands, and I am tempted to drink heavily from what we were – when the blissful days all blurred into one, and everything was the heady explosion of colours, for now, thoughContinue reading “The Sadness of Grapes”
Life is indeed too brief and long is Grief. My euphoric Words have seemed few. Yet Powder all that I’ve ever said and sprinkle it to linger as infinite echoes over the mountains. For though There were only those vague golden summers, and though the Demons of memory now lash at me like ill winds,Continue reading “Untitled 9.0”
From the nothingness of vacuous time, from the void of the desert winds, from the amorphous castles promised yet lost in the sand, form me into being with the benevolence of your kiss. Show me myself in the mirror of your words.
In the sad hesitant night you said, “Kiss me, you fool.” The stars were suddenly in my eyes and in my throat and on my tongue…urging me into a thousand hungry pieces. And my ecstatic lips and hands leapt over the beautiful precipice to the certainty of their doom. Yet from all the way down,Continue reading “First Kiss”