Monday, June 27, 2011

Hole

Whispering void
Yearns to be filled
So I shovel
Until I am ill

Sick of the shape
Always the same
No matter
What I throw in

The preciously held
The repulsive banal
Equal
When passing the lip

Mute in the hole
No sound or no weight:
If there's a bottom
Then I cannot tell

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Event Horizon

Evolution is amoral
Because everything
Which survives
Does so
For no more reason
Than its fitness
To thrive
And stay alive

No matter what it takes
To propogate the genes
Animals will mate
Without
Monogamous restraint
Without
Morality of religion
Or revered tradition
Or ethical musing
On the human condition
Inhibiting their state
To procreate

Proof inherent
That strict morality
Doesn't fit
With nature's ambiguities
Which allow a clean slate
To be kept more easily
When no scores
Are chalk drawn
By sharp claws
With no laws
But the jungle forms
Which stretch back
To when the universe
Was born

At the hottest time
Billions of years ago
When no conscious decision
Was made
For a singular explosion
To throw matter
As far as it could
Just because it could
Not because it was right
Or wrong
To form clouds of gas
And debris
Which gravitated together
To make stars
And leftovers
To collide
And form planets
Which circled around
Inside
Solar systems

It just happened
With no moral sense
That makes sense
To the human position
To the idea
That so many hold dear
That everything must happen
For a reason
But this is high treason
In the face of nature
Which just works
In seasons
Taking lives
And making lives
In summer and winter
Interjecting
Its own selections
Of hell and high water
Not carved in stone
No resurrections
For lives snuffed out
There is no ever after
For stars
Burned out
Gone supernova

On a lonely road
On one side
Of a planet
An old man
Releases
A wind-up car
With the necessary
Energy
To carry it
Far beyond
The day he dies
To journey on
Around the world
And reach
A distant land
His only hope
That chance
Will force
A baby's hand
To grasp the car
To pick it up
But whether it
Does
Or does not
The baby
Cannot
Understand that
The old man
Conquered
The handicap
Of his lifespan

No heaven
No father
No son
No holy spirit
For dead stars
Just a bubble in the sky
For eyes
To look at
And consider
That one day
The bubble, the sun
Which holds their own system
And cradles life
As they know it
Will burn out
And everything
Around them
Will disappear
In a white hot flash
Because their own star's
Restless heart
Will break
And send
The last of its light
In a shockwave
To career
Along its own path
To streak
Light years
Into the distance
On a collision course
With a night sky
Above some other world
In the future existence
Of life as yet unbidden
On planets
In solar systems
Still fizzing
At their beginnings
Unbeknowing
That a breathtaking
Firework display
In the making
Is on its way
To meet
Eyes as yet unborn
Which will look at
And consider
The last gasp
Our star ever made
This is the connection
The reach
Beyond our grasp
Because the galaxy
Is too large
For our lives
Too short
To reach
Across stars
With our own claws

Thursday, March 03, 2011

Old flames

Old flames
Withstand
All winds, all rains
And all sands of time

Old flames
Relight
Easily
With fuel
Well stored
By loving minds

Old flames
Burn hottest
In the coldest times

Old flames
Can not
Ever really die.

Friday, August 20, 2010

Strike

Do me damage
Do it hard
And do it now
And I'll do you
The same way
You do me.

Cut me deep
So I know its you
Give me scars
As memories
And I'll scar you
The same way
You scar me

With every strike
We are connecting
With each other
For the moment when
The blow lands

For all our troubles
We can't burst our bubble

A problem shared
Is a problem doubled

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Hike

Early days
The earliest days
In so many years
For me to be feeling
So weak at the knees

Don't want to crease
The weave of our thread
With trivial worries
Hot off the press
Thoughts that you might be
Not as impressed
As I am with you
Because you forget
Things that you said
It fills me with dread

This in my mind
At the foot of a hill
With you at my side
I need to believe
You have your supplies
To tackle the climb
I know I bought mine
To share them with you
When trouble sets in
That's what I will do
To keep you from harm
I hope you will too

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

Witness

Theatre hush
A corpse on the boards
Morality play
With no exit stage left

The fleet-footed cadaver
Killed a dream
Struck within discretion
Just to feel something real
Fidelity left dead at the scene

Where there's a will there's a way
For a dead heart to bequeath cold blood unto another
And leave hot veins lukewarm in grief

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Basin

Her tap runs
Every night
To wash away
New paint
Her gutters dark
With shadow lines

Wrinkles deep
Creeping in
Showing off
True design

The mirror shows
An old face
Left behind
No making up
For father time

The mirror glows
With stretched lobes
Burdened long
With gem stones

Precious loads
Condemned to face
Their years alone

For when age condones
Her passing bones
The stones are left
To peeling walls
Raining dust
On naked floors
Captured as the mirror's own

Deserter

Massed ranks
Of straight backs
Love defending truth

Massed ranks
Of shined shoes
Scuffing on my boots

Massed ranks
Of raised hands
Betray my weak salute