Thursday, November 20, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Divided we stand
The Earth Was Blue but There Was No God
I was a stomach sickened sapling in astronaut pajamas
waiting to grow beyond my humble home
of earth’s generous soils.
I was the ill tempered father of none, son of one, and
brother of all who wished to stand by the moon and all
of its light.
I was a newly sewn quilt to be the warmth
of all those who will come
to brave the winters
dying
cold.
I was nothing surrounded by
Everything
And would cease to be
as the sky was fully in motion
d
r
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p
p
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g
my future in explosives.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
beginnings
What is there to say mother, I love you but I’m empty.
I’m empty and I have nothing to give.
You sit here on the other side of the room, watching everything
but me
and you ask...”Well, where is the rest of you? “
Stuck between the sun and the pendulum earth,
a young woman whom births a son
must also welcome his hearse.
It just so happens my end depends on the ticking
of those three pointed hands created by men more doomed than I,
those that fear god.
A brisk walk.
The sun set slowly with stubborn golden clouds clinging to the rows of tombstones before me, refusing to descend, to put me at peace with my surroundings.
“All she ever asked for was flowers, is it in spite of her that you bathe in the petals of our fallen kings?”
These words ring
And ring
And ring
My mother, monarchy.
I’m empty and I have nothing to give.
You sit here on the other side of the room, watching everything
but me
and you ask...”Well, where is the rest of you? “
Stuck between the sun and the pendulum earth,
a young woman whom births a son
must also welcome his hearse.
It just so happens my end depends on the ticking
of those three pointed hands created by men more doomed than I,
those that fear god.
A brisk walk.
The sun set slowly with stubborn golden clouds clinging to the rows of tombstones before me, refusing to descend, to put me at peace with my surroundings.
“All she ever asked for was flowers, is it in spite of her that you bathe in the petals of our fallen kings?”
These words ring
And ring
And ring
My mother, monarchy.
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