

A Long RefrainI have come to accept that there is beauty in frailty--A Long Refrain
a frayed and fragile frame
extending her hand where blue veins road through thinning skin, making evident the terrain of flesh we really are-- a faltering voice, that falls through the kindness of a struggling smile.
I guess I was biased from the time we scrubbed yellow walls
and soaked tobacco covered screens between bouts of silence and the
occassional series of hacking coughs. I saw two paintings I had made in grade school pressed between a stack of albums that gapped years in her clos


Of Plastic and BronzeIOf Plastic and Bronze
they were stiff, callous, and coarse, as they come together and came apart, clasping, rubbing, loose fabric brushing over darting flames, sending sparks into the night through a forest of buildings. They slowly went through the motions
of what would be washing, observing, and cupping each other in fists of hope as breath became visible in subzero air. They could have been made of bronze, chisled in prayer-- a paperweight, before they melted back into humanity.
II
The man they belong to, His quarters are off


Reaching You By a CliffI was going to wait for dawn, right before the sun would pass through the fog, As twilight shook off the colors of night, and they fell upon me, A shadow to the horizon,Reaching You By a Cliff
and the moistened rim of an empty bottle by which I hung;
I was going to go down as the sun came up, become a ravishing site to the child in a backseat 3 miles away and below, whose maybe never seen a vulture prepare for its feast; its areal show against a backdrop of hills and mountains.
Anything can be beautiful, I have learned that; a battlefield and its flapping flag, center


A Casual FuneralA plane home, holding it together like winter in June, a passed away friends dry groundA Casual Funeral
hard to find as any
from a mile up, or only six feet away.
No cocktails, no Dramamine,
Ill sick and seizure just the same; my manual is made of liquid, fragile as a prayer recited in slumber at the luggage station,
where a conveyer lets go, go, go
until the rollers break; until the rubber throws up its hands in split hair strands, and finally says no.
A plain home,
holding it together like a dese


Good-byeIt plays in our footsteps, the sigh of necks and shoulders, your hair gasping against itself: a loosed violin. My bowed headGood-bye
requests rain. A sewer grate lit by streetlamps is a band of gold too brilliant to look at, an eclipse
ringing like the rim
of a moistened wineglass.
So. Our hands grasp, our chests press, coats rasping as needles on records, then draw away slowly, a last fermata like the decrescendo of the moon. The song ends. Rain has not come. I pace cobblestones, waiting; you enter a pub, cradle
Devious Comments
--
I crave cocoa when the wind hits my door; classic conditioning.
You should try not to live too much, you could end up dying.
happy earth day
--
there is a wisdom in the wave
are those
wiper blades?
i hear darlin that
when it rains in
pacific palisades, the
residents dont have a name
for it because its always done
and said before they
even have to ask.
rain is priceless.
--
there is a wisdom in the wave
-cheers!
--
Now doing Commissions! See link for more detail: [link]
(Will be doing any sort of request. Message me with a note if you're interested!)
--
there is a wisdom in the wave
--
"You cannot depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus."- Mark Twain
Advice: Click below!
Coolness
Inspiration is a writer's love. Sometimes it shows up on your doorstep, sometimes it needs to courted.
Why not keep writing while you romance or wait for it?
--
Music's the only thing that makes sense anymore.
Play it loud enough and it keeps the deamons at bay.
--
Simply complex, plainly multifaceted, obscurely popular...
--
I am the dA mommy - behave.
Suture|OWAT|My Superman
Your selection of favorite bands made me smile. In high school I tried to woo a friend into being a girlfriend by serenading her with a personal rendition of " Longer " . She agreed to a date if I promised NOT to play it again. This was no reflection on Dan but only my singing voice and guitar skills which have not improved over the years.
Thanks again.
Loop
--
~litNEWS, help us keep you informed.
may Beelzebub's scrotum rest firmly on your chin
how ya bee?
--
there is a wisdom in the wave
in a film called
miracle mile
it was great stuff
--
there is a wisdom in the wave
--
How young can you die of old age? (Stephen Wright)
--
Your head will collapse if there's nothing in it.
R
Previous Page1234 Next Page