June 11, 2014 · 7:51 pm
if there was a payphone
for the other side
it’d sit unassumingly
on a broken city sidewalk
taking numbers,
taking calls,
no takers
but I’d shimmy up
grab the receiver like
I’d been expecting
someone,
balance it like
precious crystal
between one ear
and one shoulder,
gifted as a
trapeze artist
two deep breaths
a signaled hello
tell me,
I’m cringing
shaping limbs into the
mildest of philosophers
is it as
barren
as in
my dreams?
the dial tone
answers back
straight shooter
this elegant thing
it’s sunrise
it’s terminal
start breathing
stop dreaming
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April 18, 2014 · 9:16 pm
on a whim
. eyes blind
I packed my mind
and s a i l e d
outside myself
for a day
or two,
a plan
only when I
. came back
very s u d d e n l y
I couldn’t
let
me
in
so I
built an army
with my thoughts
but they
floundered
in the dark
and very s u d d e n l y
I lost my breath
out there
for a while
I screamed at nothingness
then for a while I
swallowed it
and after a while
I
got back in
but I
was
out of matches
so now I flounder,
. only sometimes
until my eyes adjust
until there are
q u i e t
precious o u t l i n e s
in the dim .