0 commentsOh the lonely heart that yearns for days of yore,
A violin draped supine in its case
With taut strings that tremble music never more,
What bow can bring you a lover’s lost embrace?
Ah, but silence awes the muscles to clench
Like the salt of orgasm dissolved from a sea of tears;
Oh lonely heart, would that you could wrench
The wheels of time to quench the wound that sears!
No, I cannot relinquish what is not mine
Nor placate the past to unfurl tomorrow’s flag;
For in your repose you commit the crime
Of trading song for healing’s eternal gag.
So, oh lonely heart, do what you must!
Sing! Speak! Let loose the torrent
That stirred your romance and your lust,
And let not solace become a thing abhorrent
0 commentsDizziness, exhaustion, balance.
Snow on fire, liquid leaves.
Blue gauze, blue blood.
A day poured from a samovar.
Mahogany dreams, forest nightmare.
Culinary whirlwind, fetid famine.
Distant sound, pressing silence.
Quest, rest, revision.
Take one, take two, the end.
0 commentsI am the moon that refused to rise,
The placid reflection of lunar eyes
Whose lurid stare, like rising tides,
Tickles the Earth and then subsides.
I am the leafless winter tree:
My leaves I shed reluctantly;
An autumnal gale just set me free
To shiver and long for eternity.
I am the damp crepuscular cloud
That hovers, dark, heavy and proud,
That dares to defy the solar shroud
In whose fabric all life is endowed.
I am the lone and lonely light
That, shining, gives sight,
Yet remains, for all its might,
Blind to the eyelid’s plight.
I trace the border of sea and shore
To keep at bay that endless war;
Yet the battle’s ceaseless roar
Says I am all this, and nothing more.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011 8:20 AM
Written on a train to New York City
0 commentsTo you, the sudden hope outlined in lips,
I ask the question that fear had ne’er touched:
What myth does explain life’s dance upon a crypt,
The unreal made real, the lost firmly clutched?
Give me a vulgar sunset of pious
Red and blue. Free me of meter and rhyme,
The constraint of great laws, Himalayan
In their looming grace; great, if not sublime.
Yet if you must go, leave your charred embrace
To singe the sinews of my tortured soul
And paint the twilight on my sullen face;
I alone wear a ring of tears grown old.
O, but if you stay, warn the heaven’s Might:
A lover’s heart cares not for heaven’s plight!
Monday, August 15, 2011
0 commentsWhy this Romance woven in silent sighs,
This dark electric dream that tears in two
A love, once whole, now lost in shuttered eyes?
Science, mistress of mystery, undo
The sorrow tangled in my own delight!
For oft when the perfume of starlight hovers
Above my inner world, I drown in a night
That strains the hopes of my hopeful lovers--
Strange souls that approach like death in defeat,
Souls that carry crystal promise, fragile
As a vase that contains but one conceit:
To live as God in a manmade castle.
O God, am I to destroy this despair
That destroys as if only to repair?
Wednesday, July 27, 2011 11:30 PM
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