Richness sits in the body like
A wellness too far;
A surfeit of prosperity
Tightening the skin
Till it cries out
God help me
Let me bleed.

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11.10.2017

Perhaps Giordano Bruno’s
Endless wandering was
Madness or maybe
His ashes found in eternity
The Fields of Elysium.
They must exist somewhere
But whether they’re our due
Is a different question.
For now, I wonder
How many heretics
Due wreaths of laurel
Have burned in
Floral fields
For preaching the
Greatness of God,
His mercy’s boundless scope?

19.08.2017

Romulus surveyed Remus
The Wolf-suckled grave diggers
Standing spade by spade
Blades sunk in the ground.
The sun-tough corpse
Of the she-wolf lay
Bare carrion by them;
They broke the clay to
Bury what had
Needed To Be Done.
So many birds
So many hills
But in The End
What kills is what
You were when Necessity
Caught you. The Rise and
Fall of many tides is
Time; but in time nothing’s
left at all.

05.06.2017

Today while I was walking I saw
Two ripped-off wings
Strewn on the asphalt
Like imperfections in the paving
Being pecked at by sparrows
Valiant with the greater having been
Laid to waste
Taken away by
One of the devouring mouths
Of time.
The saddest part was
The wings were still good
And I wonder why that poor pigeon
Chose to fly to death.
Perhaps quick
He was not quick enough.

18.05.2017

Do you ever notice
What your face feels like
Clinging to your skull
Like a frightened identity?
Sometimes I try to imagine my expression
As it looks to another person
Through the sensation of
The furrow of my brows,
The grip of my jaw
Hinging on anxiety.
It’s impossible to express
Even on a face
The feeling of being
Behind it.
The feeling of its
Breathing,
The pain of its sight.
I can hear without bias,
But I cannot listen neutrally.
They say to live not just above the neck
But above the neck is where the wreck
Of expression originates.
It’s truly a natural disaster,
The face that we cannot see ourselves without aid,
An ambassador we can only influence
Superficially.
All this being said, I won’t apologize
For my resting expression
Of indifference.