Thursday, April 22, 2010

proximity

your proximity
is guiding me
to cut the negative space
in two
leaving only ribbons
shredded strings
of missed opportunities

i will write a novel
of the subtle nuances between
the variety of ways you look at me
and sell it to you
by the inches between us

your proximity
is guiding me
to cut through the layers
unleash
honesty upon you
vulnerability
looks good on me

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

thunder

eating the anticipation up
sipping like an aged wine
savored
slowly
with purpose
invade me from my mind inside
then outwards through
doorways kicked open
eating the anticipation up
listening to the thunder
travel ever closer
ready to engulf her
stayed away from the fire
time and time again
afraid
cautious
with purpose
invade me from my mind inside
then outwards through
doorways kicked open

Monday, April 19, 2010

internal combustion

your embrace filed within memory banks
reignites with internal combustion
liquid fire chemistry that begins to write poetry inside your skin
words travel through glances
spoken in smiles
smirking that they knew you were there all along
begging for one more night
there has been unfinished business
last left conversations without hand touching
i still remember many things
hear songs that cut your initials in my cerebral cortex
its easy to forget what its like to be special
but i believe words that drip from wise lips
there is a fireworks finale of realization
located somewhere in the vicinity of self love
and physical attraction
something has occured within me that is opening portholes

Monday, April 12, 2010

racing

time shooting by like bullets
into my hindsight
rearview mirror watching things disappear into the distance
wiping the rain off my eyes
and keeping my hands on ten and two
there is no map to get me out of this place
hitting the gas
hitting up a new idea or two
traveling to new doorways and floorways
up stairways
down highways
signs might say nowhere but I'm heading there fast
meet me on the corner of
second chances and new beginnings
time shooting by like bullets
into my hindsight
things seem clearer in the sideview
closer than they appear but so damn faraway
i'm speeding towards and through a roadblock
to arrive at the finish line of you and me

Monday, April 5, 2010

ambivilance

ambivilance bleeds down this severed limb like some sort of root-rotted paraphrase
systematically whispers that contentment is too far away for any type of planning
taking every day for the one before-
i have grown accustomed to feeling like i am in the wrong place, wrong time
if you could take my successful statements and file them away into a folder marked
hopeful, maybe one day i'll be in the mood to read through and laugh a bit
but not right now.
right now i am carving something in the wall that looks like graffiti but it feels like fine oil paintings
right now this complacency has caught fire to such a fire of frenzy, i have forgotten what it was like to breathe slowly...
if i could change everything surrounding me with one snap of the fingers i would light fire to my own walls and burn them down to blue skies only
ambivilance bleeds down this severed limb like some sort of unfinished novel
maybe more like a short story
but i am tired of not knowing which way is up trying not to fall down

Thursday, April 1, 2010

denoted from a conversation

he said it was something like a sparkle
a spark
lost or burnt out somewhere along the way
think i misplaced my match
i could knock rocks together to make fire
but then there is all that noise
something like a charisma
a chasm
fallen down into it
i can yell echos down
never hearing anything in return
he said it was something like a mischief
mistook for maybe just confusion?
a moment
caught amongst the history pages
i wish there were digital cameras in my brain
so i could remember that girl
sleeping somewhere under there
napping with a gray weathered quilt
waiting for sunlight to come
unafraid even then
and now