Saturday, May 19, 2012

longing for the core

the edge of a lake
framed me into his depth

now with each and every breath
I stir the glaze of his mirror

and every time I reach
for the sky of his grounds

I sink
into a gaping gorge

a mountain upside down
longing for the core

stretching its peak
for the bottom of a surface

Friday, May 11, 2012

At the peak of a storm

I cling to you
With one ribbon
Entangled
You captured my fabric
I don’t know when 
I fell asleep
For a second
One stitch on the ground
Maybe all along
I only awake
At the peak of a storm



The Eruption

I’m obsessed with birds
They fell off my shoulder


Maybe they sensed
The Eruption

Not too far
Don't look, they chirp
Don't look,


I close my eyes
They lie on the ground


I overfed them
They lost balance
Am I waiting too hard

Don't look
When I don’t look
Will they return
To sit on my shoulder

Wednesday, May 09, 2012

Say it simple and in easy words.
The sense of an ending.
It’s over.
End.

Friday, May 04, 2012

Cricket in the desk

How many decibel
A cricket in the desk
Blasting eardrums
Plugs in my head
Play a better tune 

I stare
At yellow stained curtains
Sucked
Into the fan’s rotation
Again and again 
I left the closet open
Green metal, stickers veneering
Army style, armoured insects
Creeping inside, preparing for war

All covered 
In layers of dust
Mixed with sweat 
Protects from ozone depletion
Windows latticed, 
Smog burns my breath
If there is fire 
I lock myself
Into the closet’s dark air

Sitting next to a moth
Eating the nerves of my dress
I wait for the cricket
To burn to silence

Tuesday, May 01, 2012

the well

the well in the desert 
is beyond utility
a vision, revelation
ecstatic, enchanting hallucination
holding within
one drop’s reflection
all there is to die 

and die and live for