Knitted

the stars are too far away
the wind is all alone
and the dark waves never end

everyone has fallen asleep

then, 
Silence 
visited

 

The White House 
How does God cut time? 
in sequence, in segments

night knees at eight
inside four walls
as the clock ticks in years

tasteless knives eat dinner
no starvation on measurement and repetition
as the clock ticks in years

cut into pieces 
as the white house hangs soft covers in daylight
as the clock ticks in years 

 A Visit 

chaired on living dead bones
near the edge of darkness and 
beyond the horizon of parabolic belief
still embedded in the feast of emptiness
I heard a whisper of life
that touched my shadowed eyes
and felt the Father, Son and Holy Ghost
wash the warp and weft

Ritual

listen
to the rhythms of the wallpaper, 
scribbling their dreams

listen
to the rhymes in the carpet 
praying their lines 

listen
to the metered cushions   
shielding lies 

making patterns in my mind

Siamesed 

in the tumble of my bed 
singing false sweetness
that you think is me
but it is only “my together”

I am trying to tell you 
I am “it” and “that”
I want to speak “it”
I want to speak “that”

but will you hold “it” and “that’

Attachment 8 x 6.5 x 12’’

wounded as a cut
crushed and leaking time
parted from parts
anchored by design

 

Why

I asked them for tea by mistake
and they showed up 
anyways

I Took Off My Skin 

Enough
Enough
Enough
Enough
Enough

This sedimentary weight 
This mine of darkness
This coagulation of sense
This forging of voice
This bronzing of tears

I am here

Dying  

will you forget me
when I am recycled

my dust will still live in your water
so be kind 

because I held you up 
for a time

The Real We 

why do you speak like me?
I know I speak like you

you stole me
why did you do this?
while I was asleep
that was so unfair 

I stole you only by accident
but I forgot to tell you
I still am me
and you are you

Madonna & Child 

Infinity is held
in this transcendent Womb
a Trinitarian walk 

Kids Pizza 

Extra-small chair
Mozzarella 
Pepperoni
Olive
Tomato
Anchovy
Do you have yellow?
Melted

My Shadow  

dim the darkness
when fireplace sparkles wine
and words dance
eyes float the gods
and lie with light

I will not land my flying shadow
and step on screaming darkness