Monday, November 21, 2011


I can't help but to imagine your face.
I start at the tip of just one hair on your head,
and that is about as far as I ever get.
I try to conjure the taste of your breath;
but I get stuck at the word 'taste,'
I talk about the meaning of 'you' for ten minutes
and by the time I get to the last word
my mouth has forgotten how to breathe.
I said the "taste" of "your" "breath". Without your breath
I could not taste a thing, without your taste
on my lips, I could not take a breath,
all taste is yours, the taste of the tasteless,
without 'your', there is no life, no eye
can discern the veils of the word 'you,'
else the mirror and its reflection would be one.
Because of 'you' there is no me, only the aftertaste
of that first mortal kiss, and that first breath
after the beautiful death of a world without mirrors.
In the broken corner of this intersection between you and I
I am dying for a 'taste of your breath.' Let me die,
and remember the 'your' before 'breath' is deathless
Let me die, and become the breath of the breathless.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

We're all the 1%

We think ourselves higher than all else
yet we don't have the patience of trees,
or the loyalty of a dog.
We don't have the mercy of water
or the tolerance of great spaces,
we don't have the freedom of the wind,
in our greed, we try to hoard the sun
and confine the stars to our prisons. 


All this talk of who's the 99% who's the 1%
I'm tired of playing the blame game and
getting up on toy horses and pointing fingers
when we are barely the Earth's 1% 

confessions p 13

These tears are not my own
randomly shed dreamscapes
passed down the hands of time
bleeding into my pores.
Strangers begging audience
they're flooding profusely
over my clutching hands
believing me into unbelief
stripping me of every absolute.

To whom it may concern

I owe every word
to anyone who ever played a part in my life, near or far
every emblem of pain or symbol of beauty
every fire that burned me to life
every cold wind that will one day help me die
and to every traveler on this journey of the heart.