Monday, May 25, 2009

The Gravity of Infinite Possibility Subdues Day

We wake in judgement.

Dream drains
down sheets,
drowned by rays.

The gravity of infinite
possibility subdues days.

Idle hours press us to legislate solitude
with the rigorous precedent of distraction.

Forever drawn.
                          Unable to sprint
                          or spread wings
                          to soar above.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

I Am the World's Face


In a thrall of mirrors I scream, 
"There's so many of me!" 
Dance and understand we are one, brethren, 
our motion orchestrated reflection. 


Our locks fall lustrous down parallel napes.
No longer do we envy boys named James. 
Our desire unbolts doors,  
every threshold it conquers.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

To Explore Without Breaking

To gently stroke a face
and speak words
that create a world
of strange bonds
which set free.

Where we explore
without breaking.