Inspiration...Sadness...and whatever life takes
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Bridges
Row by bridges roll by bridges
we are rolling by bridges. The
droll bridges would say hello-
a wave and simpering like
dolls if they had
hands and teeth;
as we row by bridges
roll by bridges. And it
tickles as we row by bridges
roll by bridges but never
across them. So we persist-
row by bridges roll by bridges.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 12:07 am
Row by bridges roll by bridges
we are rolling by bridges. The
droll bridges would say hello-
a wave and simpering like
dolls if they had
hands and teeth;
as we row by bridges
roll by bridges. And it
tickles as we row by bridges
roll by bridges but never
across them. So we persist-
row by bridges roll by bridges.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 12:07 am
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Goodnight
And the earth will
welcome me; her gates are flung
far wide and open. For she
awaits in hope to see
me say goodnight to dawn-
the night has punished me
well. I have served my
sentence with promises
to keep no more. As I
prepare to tuck into my
verdant bed, there is
quiet hope that nothing
will not come of nothing-these
laboured hands and hearts
should toil no more. As I walk
around her fences seven times
seven, I know she beckons.
And I will enter the vast
warm embrace of hers-
saying goodnight to dawn.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 10:18 pm
And the earth will
welcome me; her gates are flung
far wide and open. For she
awaits in hope to see
me say goodnight to dawn-
the night has punished me
well. I have served my
sentence with promises
to keep no more. As I
prepare to tuck into my
verdant bed, there is
quiet hope that nothing
will not come of nothing-these
laboured hands and hearts
should toil no more. As I walk
around her fences seven times
seven, I know she beckons.
And I will enter the vast
warm embrace of hers-
saying goodnight to dawn.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 10:18 pm
Friday, June 02, 2006
Fecundation
But so many nights
we lay sleepless
across distances
ineffable-
to think only
that i am the
godfather
to our dreams;
whose seed
and the barbaric
yawp will make
God's land
fertile again.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 1:26 am
But so many nights
we lay sleepless
across distances
ineffable-
to think only
that i am the
godfather
to our dreams;
whose seed
and the barbaric
yawp will make
God's land
fertile again.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 1:26 am
