Monthly Archives: June 2011

universal concepts of nature, a poem

universal concepts of nature
Objects of possible experience
with no particular empirical significance
only reflections upon water still as glass
as I fall into it, nose first.

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    cessation, a poem

    cessation
    A macabre dance
    against a darkening sky
    your twisted trunk
    a shiva
    a mad dancer
    wildly wavering
    as you shimmy
    out of your skin.

    Love pushes me toward you
    and a dream holds me there;
    the hope
    that all I ever need do from now
    is fall
    down there
    into you.

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      dissipate, a poem

      dissipate
      She is a ghost
      watching me from the distance
      and when she thinks I’m not looking
      she sneaks nearer
      for a closer look.

      Once I could feel her
      there
      right behind me
      so that when I turned
      I caught her
      face to face
      frozen
      eyes, deep, fathomless, coy –
      I leaned in for a kiss
      just a small kiss
      but before my lips found their mark
      she’d faded into mist
      wet dew
      against my tears.

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        canine, a poem

        canine
        Let your tongue
        hang loose
        and breath easy
        on a hot, hot day.

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          courtship, a poem

          courtship
          Words on the loose
          wreaking havoc everywhere
          singing, low and high;
          there goes a tambourine
          to accompany them
          down that way
          where you want me.

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            iridescent, a poem

            iridescent
            Fur coated and black gloved
            a pale white painted face
            eye shadow, iris, of course.

            Eyes so large
            they draw in
            all the world
            leaving nothing
            but red, red lips
            and an aura
            of tremulous colors
            that curve
            into shadows
            of rainbows
            following
            your every move.

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              the effect of friction iii

              the effect of friction iii
              Even polished surfaces
              when examined closely
              are seen to have
              inequalities;
              fit them
              into the hollows
              of the opposite surface
              and slide –
              oil, grease, black lead
              does no good
              these holes are in my heart
              and weren’t meant
              to be filled.

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                the effect of friction ii

                the effect of friction ii
                Machines in free motion
                trying to get their bearing
                as they fall
                and tumble
                toward a well lubricated
                and smooth
                surface;
                an imaginative view
                through a shaft
                leading out
                into the world.

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                  the effect of friction, a poem

                  the effect of friction
                  Rough surfaces
                  on you
                  sour your face
                  and leave me
                  gasping;
                  force and resistance,
                  it’s just a theoretical standpoint
                  but I continue to maintain
                  you move
                  too fast.

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                    the luminiferous ether, a poem

                    the luminiferous ether
                    Two aspects of a single entity,
                    unification futile;
                    vibrating waves
                    through a medium
                    never seen
                    never known

                    as they cross the cosmic shore
                    and drench me
                    in mystery.

                    A love that fades
                    at the break of dawn
                    replaced
                    with the vacant space
                    of a time gone under
                    a bridge
                    not even there.

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