Monthly Archives: December 2008
The Storm
Posted on December 30, 2008 Leave a Comment
I followed you but you left me in the sky…. You left clouds rushing through my skin. The clouds rampaged through my soul like gray bulls, their hooves beat against the surface of my spirit. Thunder erupted as my soul screamed your name only to hear the echo drift from my tongue like a tiny […]
Concert Queen
Posted on December 30, 2008 Leave a Comment
Her eyes like two white Spanish guitars. Brown holes, black pupil strings. Eyelashes laced, intertwining tuning pegs. When she stares, when she stares, angels play her eyes, and I sit there, her enchanted audience, listening to the divine music of her glances, tossing roses at her feet, at her floating feet.
My Sun
Posted on December 25, 2008 Leave a Comment
My Sun in the sky, blazing crown. Flames like fiery swords. Cut. The sky bleeds light. Flames like fiery swords strike the Earth like lightning, the hills are on fire, flashes, the hills are on fire. In the ashes I see your pictures. Each ash contains a memory of you. Memories crackling in the cold […]
Torn Heart Tree
Posted on December 22, 2008 Leave a Comment
The red throbs out of the ground breaking into two halves. The branches dangle . . . . The arteries intertwine pressing down. Their leaves like eyes stare, their fruits shaped like tears feed. The taste of sorrow dripping down my lips. Bite. Splash. Baptism. I touch the fleshy grass with nervousness as I watch […]
Remain
Posted on December 22, 2008 Leave a Comment
I want to sleep in your eyes, under those brown blankets like two giant autumn leaves they cover me. I want to sleep in your eyes, under those steaming sheets of hot tears, which keep my naked body warm. I want to sleep in your eyes, under those brown blankets. I shiver as I feel […]
The Rage
Posted on December 22, 2008 Leave a Comment
Holding her she breathes . . . . I feel warm horses trample up my neck each landing of a hoof murmurs a syllable. I listen as the horses rage in slow motion their muscular legs moves like wheels, like two spinning records, the syllables begin falling together, whispering songs. I hear her voice . […]
Such a Beautiful Creation
Posted on December 22, 2008 Leave a Comment
I took a walk in a white storm. Your name was written in the blue rain. The syllables were spoken by the red thunder. In each raindrop I saw your picture, I took some to put in my coat pocket, to hang in my room. And in a few puddles I saw you walking, in […]