is an image now,
eyes burn with ideas,
and I'm stuck
time flowing so fast
I see what's
abandoned, what affliction is avoided,
and I'm contemplating the wisdom in matching all you're cap-
able of. Deserting, too, the
the towering space where once we stayed.
Did we leave
behind? After rumors of ruins,
and suggestions of deaths, I am fearful of venturing back...
the cries of passage
telling, somehow. There is
a choice in this,
but remembrance falters, and your scarcity gives you away.
I dig through, clambering up, not sure what I'll find or
where I'll end
filtering through the vanished and
past phantoms, and I am taut of tongue close to
where our love
hangs in balance.
Write at the Merge
Friday, April 5, 2013
Let's start with you,
I hear you say,
as you hold back, breathing long. So, I prepare,
pick up pencil,
and the words become damned digits, tricky little bastards, I can't get a hold of.
I'm staring into your laughter, hearing calculus, doing math, where I should be writing rhythm.
I'm reckoning my life in terms of loss and gain,
but it won't add
I'm reworking each number, line by line, going half
to figure out where I
I am turning, examining angles of myth, bends of mystery, holding on and giving up.
To what small or large degree have the mistakes of my past brought me, in mind,
down to the boundary where the indigo pulls, closer to you. Maybe, you've got
the brains - or the ways, can do with negatives what I do with the upside of words.
I start with you, because that's where it started,
but maybe if I move the placement.....and you draft dispersal,
we'll fit in the end.
I am rounding up, mixing roots,
and then impossible, and
maybe, I'm tallying what I should not be, maybe, I'm instead,
toss up, this pending
pain, I know.
Torment of dilemma, or maybe it's simple
as pie, you and I.
I think what it all comes down to is the sound of your
so I say, Let's start with you;
you tell me how one and one makes two.