Kafka once said “Burn it when I go” and I agree. Stuff it in a tower, light it before a mirror and use it to tame the sea. I folded my words to push against the water so the tide and I could flow But when I die, it will become a bridge so burn [...]
Posts Tagged ‘death’
Burn it when I go
Posted in Poetry, tagged death, life on April 10, 2011 | 9 Comments »
On the History of Madness
Posted in Poetry, tagged automobile, change, death, life, madness, Michele Focault on June 24, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
That summer my beliefs so consumed me that I created reality rather than experience it. Fury. Nothing significant. A beating fist pounding between heart and God. Iambic confessions first inward, then skyward. My foot alternated the breaks until warning lights and break pads wore to nothing. I drove that leprous scrap yard into every summer [...]
Outlasting Life
Posted in Poetry, tagged art, Creation, death, life, make-up, man, William James, Woman on April 6, 2010 | 3 Comments »
Make-up was her second face for years. She lightly applied blush for rosy cheeks. Perhaps embarrassment or coyness. A spent life being overturned scrounging for seconds like change. Another foundation, another skin tone supplement to confer humanity. His dead body survives for another night’s celebration because of her art. She kisses his cold lips and [...]
The Political Animal
Posted in Poetry, tagged aristotle, beats, body, brush, death, existence, life, man, painting, Woman on March 29, 2010 | 6 Comments »
He pats a slow beat on canvas so tight it could be a drum. His brushing fingers leaving invisible lines in the natural oils of her body, barely clinging to existence. Creation and destruction in the valley of her lower back.
After Shock
Posted in Eulogy, Poetry, tagged comfort, death, earthquake, Haiti, life, Lisbon, rebirth, Religion on January 14, 2010 | 2 Comments »
We stood in shock. Our city in flames. Praying for rain. Until the flood came. We took shelter in the church. Hallelujah. We died in shock. Laid to rest by our shocked friends. Pennies on our eyes trembling from waking terrors. In nomine Patris. Wet ghoulish faces sipped soup from cracked bowls on those Lisbon [...]
Of What Man Is
Posted in Eulogy, Poetry, Uncategorized, tagged death, God, self-eulogy on July 8, 2009 | 13 Comments »
My God, I am dying and with me goes my God. My God, can ashes catch an image other than of death – Of death, of what we have come from and to what we will return. My God, can I be with you without being you and what of those I leave behind. I [...]
Objects May Appear Closer
Posted in Poetry, tagged death, life, Love, old trucks, Woman on July 2, 2009 | 4 Comments »
I know you. I’ve seen the unpaved back roads that bisect your eye, the small smile that tugs your entire head to the side, your low rise jeans that hug your thighs while you finger my soft upholstery. I keep you with me in every crack that shows cushioning, the lipstick stain on the dash, [...]
Briser Mon Existence En Deux
Posted in Poetry, tagged death, life, Silence, Words on June 8, 2009 | 7 Comments »
Put your fingers to your lips and peddle to the gas while our tiny car whips air against your rebelling face, my telling face, and your hair. Such are our day trips when days are so long that speaking of satisfaction is a betrayal. Such that each word resembles the 2nd mouth, the 9th circle, [...]
Trees in Winter
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized, tagged Beauty, death, forest, ice, life, man, trees, winter on December 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The once proud lowly hang tears frozen in their beard the weight – they dip – they creak loudly echoing off the backs of brothers. Centuries counted in rings are now exposed to frost bitten air. Fathers bend to read their own fate in the bowels of their kin. Nightmare nights are filled with different howls [...]
