“It’s me and the moon,” she says

6/10/14 Fading, waning, never full my face is crumpled craters slammed and scarred at random by objects beyond cosmic control (gray and sterile is my worthless body) I invited them all to destroy me A shimmering emerald world lies outside his arms, and a little further with every revolution around The Unreachable My loneliness is …

Attempting Fictions

My thoughts are tired It is as simple as wings And hard as a board   A weak word apart Separate and separate Heard it all before   -Jesse Haydn

Tripping Synchronicities

i used to have the feeling that everything was trying to tell me something; but everything does if the timing is right the right words won’t come (i almost lost it) the answer: it is about you it is both deep and above you in the smoke the blooms the tessellations of the trees (the …

I Am Not Here

I read a poem called hovering at a low altitude- for a moment I had a body outside the house and I had to go back downstairs to find it. But I wonder if at this moment I was the fog floating up above the Appalachian saddles. I am lost. I am no body. I …

Somnambulism II

The weather shines. The second day is the first I opened my eyes out of time. Get out of sleep.   There is always a vibration in silence. The plants know this well. The old is new; the secret known. Its is spagyric, transmogrified-   The collective individual worlds within ourselves; I am one of …

The Impossibility of the Other Side

I exist a vector impossible opposites left and right height and depth darkness and brightness unitary and shattered shadow and body unconverging.   An entire universe on a speck of dust lingering on a ray of sunshine, gently falls and finds its rest among the many (the conformed tangled aggregate)   finally settling into oblivescence …

10/2017

I haven't written to myself in god knows how long so naturally it used to come; that word now permanently stuck, hopelessly affixed to the tip of my tongue- a stranger to myself, my own thoughts, the words that won't arrive. I cannot understand. Why? And to where? And when did I leave? Simultaneously I …