8/6/96 10:30pm ah, god I feel like I’m pushing against the air empty hands, hollow, and holding back the wind just slips through and blows past me, leaving me behind. trying too hard trying to run so fast, I thought I was the breeze itself hoping at least to maybe feel the wind’s resistance hoping …
Category Archives: Poetry
move
sept-oct 1996 move move fear inside no time not friend can’t send rough closure see you, see me shake, hand, wave sign goodbye for all of life as far as I see what’s new what’s called lied tonight and bawled final page final book no redo no back look no time sigh non do run …
Cymbalism
Everything is a symbol Everything means something Everything is a reaction to that which was a reaction immediately before. And here I am, flying in my porcelain teapot over the fields of Orion. From a distance o’er your red grass where you’re Reading holy scripture from your matchbook turned to page 12 Stoking your love, …
Anyway
driving around texarkana area tonight. wandering. thinking. funny how the new happens, old memories still return. north jefferson. in the highbeams, telephone poles look like crucifixes. fields of them. three sixteen. gethsemane. sheol. texarkana. sugarhill road. old beech street haunts, youth groupers lived there. parents successful. edge of town, suburbs. sanderson lane. saw stars. cassiopeia. …
Perihelion
I’m painfully aware that I haven’t particularly been a paragon of positivity these past few years. I’m pridelessly petitioning any pantheon or cosmic presence for power and perseverance in the pursuit of pleasance. As the panel of my peers, please have patience while I program my persona to permanently pause the pity party. Perhaps pretending …