The Stillness of Her Smile

I wish...
In small enticing circles
Across each smile she gives me;
I travel softly
From one corner of her mouth
And to the other
With the words "I love you"
Lingering
Between the soft spots in the air.
She is an effect of change
Brought by a silence in her eyes
And a stillness, pure as beauty
Suggestive of the peace
Of knowing one's true place in life
And knowing
That no matter where I go from here
It was right here
In small enticing circles
In the stillness of her smile
Where my whole life began.

Opinions are Like Assholes

I guess the reason that I said before
For laughing at your kitchen floor
Is not the best or most polite;
And even though I'm mostly right,
I'm mostly sorry too for that
'Cause I don't want you to react
In such a way as you just did
With yelling words and getting rid
Of things that, true, are rather dumb
To me that is, to you, they're "fun"
I guess the thing for you to note
Is that old adage that I wrote
In amber paint across your lawn
That you won't see until the dawn
That opinions and all assholes, hun
Are found in almost everyone.

The Carnival of Dance Outside of Nazi France

I hand me things like naked
In a time of Nazi-France
When no one said I'd make it
To the Carnival of Dance

But there I was, regardless
In lust or luster or
The once and always clothes-less
And the ever-wanting-more

"More this! More that!
"More everything for me!"
The never skinny, ever-fat
Fool's errantry of greed

Is something more than lacking
Friend, I tell you this because
I've heard you back there snacking
On a thing called powdered love

And though you may believe it
Will outside of Nazi-France
Bring you luck and fancy shit
You'll never learn to dance

So shed your thoughts of Nazi-rich
Enticements and your pants
And walk the leading road which
Finds the Carnival of Dance

Describing the Emptiness

The silence was deafening. I could feel it intensify as it wrapped around the room and headed toward me like a train, ready not just to knock me down, but to completely obliterate me. I was intensely aware of the nothingness I had become and by which I was now surrounded. I no longer wished to deny myself this emptiness, so I embraced it, acknowledging the hole it left within me. I looked forward to the sadness that I knew was sure to come, as it would then at least be something that I could feel. But the sadness would not come, and I was left with only emptiness. An emptiness so familiar and unwelcoming. An emptiness... such emptiness... such emptiness within.

At Any Cost

Oh peaceful change of beauty's ways,
be quick and draw me in, I pray
give night to slumber, life to day
And change again my heart dismayed

Oh heathen-heart, thou fleshy crime!
a broken ribcage, found sublime
could neither bend nor break thy time
to bear this burden: oh burden mine!

Oh burden bent, my breaking back
inside, a cage without attack
can neither tame nor ever crack
the shame or torment that I lack

Oh lacking heart, a breath so cold
could fateless vision now controlled
within thy wake thy fate withhold
to break from thine encumbered mold

Oh mold thus broken: shattered seam
a torn and fraying broken dream
could more than just within us seem
to crash into a thousand beams

Oh thousand beams of fraying light
give hope to darkness' straying rite
that deep within me causes fright
to guide me blind to futures bright

Oh future bright, thou future found
solidify my raucous ground
and in my slumber make the sound
that brings me home so thusly bound

Oh binding tie, thou wish of mine
to thus within me grip and bind
and in forever, thus to find
thine heart of hearts again in kind

Oh heart of hearts of heart of hearts
a thousand dreams i would impart
to on thy stage play some small part
and in thy life not end but start

Oh starting time, thou life unspent
intoxicated by thy scent
of wishes held and words unbent
i dream of life and dreams unrent

Oh rending dreams of beauty's wish
a brand of savored empty dish
that in itself fulfills it's niche
to neither charge nor mend a stitch

Oh stitch un-stayed thou fix unclave
thou witless folly fit, unsaved
cannot by meaninglessness waived
befit the courage of my grave

Oh grave unkempt, thou graven grove
within thy slumbered kit I love
for moments passed in hidden droves
that slumber fitfully above

Oh fitful height of slumber lost
i would to thee, at any cost
impart my whole unspent unlost
unending soul at any cost



30 July 2008
started at 7:50pm, ended at 8:45pm