"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Monday, October 22, 2012

We Are What We Are.

We are blood
welling in an
open wound--
the catalyst was
things done wrong.
We are batters
for the other team--
we swing left
when we think
counter culture
swings right.
I am a flower
rooted into a
rocky penisula
and you are the salt
that licks stone
as the water
leaves you.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Different And Yet The Same.

When you look at me
I'm startled  because
in no version
of the universe
do people like you
look at
people like me.
We are so
adversely different.
And yet
we are completely
the same.
The same
The same tired soul.
Tell me then
in what version
of the universe
do we fall
the same way?

Monday, October 15, 2012

Cracked Focus.

What if there is more
than I believed there to be,
and what if there is less
than I ever imagined?
This is the thought
that cracks my focus
that leaves me with
a retina burn
of ebony strands
and eyes
dark and piercing.
And they know more
of the human soul
than I can ever

A Big Joke.

When I look in the mirror
I wish I saw something greek.
All I see
is what I hate.
What a cruel joke to play,
You knew
no one could ever live up to
the great David.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012


My friend said
she wanted to be water
and I thought
what a clever way
to live forever,
to see everything
to be forgotten
to be understated
to slip through
fingers and teeth
and yet
carry all life
from birth
to death
to bring a ship home
or drag it down
to dark depths.