Wednesday, 12 December 2007

to know me is to kill me

too much to dream
too much to think
way over the hill and
down to the well
call it something else
throwing planets like muses
covering silence with wishes
neither the dying negation
we kill me


too little to say
too little to know
far into the earth
and eating the sky
call it something more
holding muses like planets
revealing wishes with silence
either the living affirmation
we know me


the well on the hill
dreaming and thinking
saying and knowing
something else with something more
the sky and the earth
wishing silence for
dying muses living with
such positive negation
affirming and confirming
that planets are for throwing
covering
revealing
everything
more...





2006

Tuesday, 11 December 2007

4 story temple (in haiku series)

bells go through our night
uninterrupted as they
pierce the starlit sky

hammering quiet
echoeing very slowly
like some old voices

all their stories told
reverberating roundly
every direction

dreaming it is there
with a strong bell in my hand
i will sound mine too
w


2006

The Fly With The Missing Arm

it was late and stormy
the clock before me
nourishing my upbringing
hardening
my ability
ticking and tocking
the second hand
is hiding a secret
in time


the fly with the missing arm
told me about that storm


and how he was left behind
in a puddle of mud


he escaped when we believed
he could be the one we could believe in
and believe me
we did


wide awake
alive and well
we do enough
wide awake
alive and well
we do enough



2006