Tuesday, September 17, 2024
Classic
You see yourself
In that perverse window
That inverted surface
Studying every crevice
Worrying every wrinkle
Wondering
Where the days have gone.
And I tell you
Through this lens
I see
Like all men
You have packed
Those days with living
And stacked those years
Like cord wood
To feed
The blazing glory
You are today.
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Previously posted on Threads
Rites
Dig a hole.
Dig it deep.
Lay a heavy stone.
We do not wish
Him back again.
Not brow
Nor breath
Nor bone.
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Written last fall.
Calypso
Wrote this last October at the Valentin Imperial Maya but posted elsewhere.
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She dances
as though The Sea
were within her.
Calypso calls,
And she responds.
A song and a thrum
Beating at the edges
Of most mortal reckoning.
Yet to her,
The surge and retreat
Is the call
Of an insistent lover.
Rising to meet the rhythm,
She makes it her own.
Queen.
Monarch
Of a court
In elemental sway.
Thursday, June 06, 2024
Never underestimate
The terror
Of The Ocean.
She birthed all life,
Swallows our shit,
And keeps her cards close.
A whim
Can sink a ship.
A wound
Can erase a coastline.
Imagine
What she could do
With intention.
- Written a few weeks ago and previously posted elsewhere. -
As an unbalanced spin cycle shudders and bangs, thudding its percussive bluster, dissembling to violently disassemble the machine in which its tempest whirls so might one describe the current condition of my mind.
- Written back in April and previously posted elsewhere. -
Monday, April 01, 2024
Barstool musings
I wrote this a bit ago, but only posted it to one or another of the socials...
I want to stay here.
Slip into
The warmth of my cups,
In this time out of time
And stay.
Warm and happy
Adrift
On a cloud of music
Seperate
From everything
That waits outside.
Thursday, December 21, 2023
Solstice
And embrace the night
That on the other side the light
Of the sun might rise
Sooner bright.
For now let the spirits ride
And mischief let the twilight hide
For longer days
Of the sun's full height
Will once again hem in the night.
When magic turns to summer's dreams
And leaves behind winter's schemes
And nature trades her evergreens
For fireflies and nodding stems
Her snowy mantle for flowered hems
Then I will feed the daylight's pride.
This night
Under sacred dark
We ride!
Tuesday, December 12, 2023
Guidance
Between the black and bright
Twist blue and purple ribbons
Stringing constellations like kites
Lifting diamonds free of coal bins
Warped to weave a tapestry
To write dreams upon the cosmos
With naive artistry
To fasten tight remembering
On the fabric of the night
So though we fear the darkness
We let land slip from our sight
Sunday, October 01, 2023
Salem on October 1st
Here we sit
On the cusp of chaos.
The wind is lost
Sighing summer and singing fall,
Yet the people
In their numbers
Gather as if we all
Are here for their entertaiment,
Not just witnesses to it all.
The spiced and spooky
Pumpkin quest
Of eager minds,
Missing the point
Of a history,
Deeper than judgement
And sweeter
Than the Judas witness call.
Tuesday, August 24, 2021
May I Return?
May I return one day?
Bent and old
To sweep the floors
Of the hallowed hall
And the sacred spaces of making
Redolent of sawdust and paint,
Makeup and sweat,
And dreams?
May I hand out programs
And strugglingly direct supplicants and hedonists
to lettered and numbered perches,
Pilgrim's pews or thrones?
May I return?
With middle class purses held up in offering?
Or offering the currency of time
No longer spent toiling for wages?
To give the slippery hours remaining
To the cause of the muses
And maybe
Just once
Step out onto those storied boards
And read a litany of largess
Or an admonishment of flash photography?
May I return?
One last time?
To feel my swelling heart expand
As if to fill the cathedral of dreams,
Thrumming once more
With the all-consuming magic
that is Theatre?
