Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Monday, August 11, 2014

Mark
















Now,
the question is
How-

to block certain thoughts
When I look at the clock

"oh, he's still asleep"
or
"He must be awake now"
or
"it's 1:43,
time to remind him of me"

How-

to stop longing for him
to see what I see

"look baby,
the moon tonight is lovely-
remember how we named him Jerry?'

How
to want hard enough
not to want
this yearning.

to start erasing
each and every Mark

How
How
How

when he is tattooed everywhere-
glistening in the sun,
glowing in the dark.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Youare@gmail.com














We are dusty fragments of the same story,
You and me
with miles of possibilities that will and won't be
the heaviest of empty spaces in-between us -
the only certainty we're allowed carry

I wish I had rubber arms that can stretch as wide as the world
so I can knock on your door
deliver myself the kisses I blow-
I stopped trusting the wind a long time ago
 

What is love anyway
but block-frozen emotions set in cotton:
stocks shipped to oblivion,
floating in transit in this sea of truth and un-truth
in this place where nothing is real but these:

 1. patterns of musical haze,
and

2.the eternal vastness of this god-forsaken space

and lastly, this

3. Judas, this cycle of yearning -

overwhelming
underwhelming
overwhelming,
underwhelming.