Jack

When I opened my eyes
Everything just flew
Away
Way way…
Mightily high

With inflated egos
Flaming red
Against a peaceful
Blue sky

3:38 am
29/6/13

Staring

I stared at the glory
I stared and glared
Until ebony washed
Into autumn

3/12/13 — 7:28am

Spontaneous Human Combustion

Burning
Burning
What more can I say?
A conflagration
Unfaltering
Unfathomable.
I reach down
My throat
And the heat is higher
As I go deeper.
There is nothing there
But acid on words
Duodenal diction
peptic pronouncements
Lascivious, lacerating
Language.

7:04 PM 3/7/13

Lessons Learned from Burning

The poetry of the river
is the ephocal lapping
of currents and
naked waves licking
drooly rocks
that abound
its mouth
poised to devour
and conquer

But the mist of the forest,
and the magnitude
of mountains,
winds winding
around blue birds
splayed like tapestry
on a lonely glass wall
end the burning hiker
down to a kneel,
questioning.

How are you living?
Iron doors
Rock walls
Cold floors
How are you living?

6:37 PM 3/6/13

The Secret

How did you get the snow
Land into your weary eyes?

Perhaps the cold is attracted
To windows opening
To empty homes,
Barren bones,
And heavy hearts.