space-time chilled beneath the floorboards,
upon the ice's surface, cracks spread outward from the origin,
i can feel the ninth dimension place its hand upon my feet,
seventh heaven unravels, interlocking pieces swell and bust apart,
the whining of Thor's hammer dragging endlessly across earth's lovely gate,
in fluidity of love, we are unbroken in each others arms.

diamond shield, construction of bolts, art and weathered metal,
revolving points of luminous, geometric molecules,
blue paint, splashes of irrational propulsion caress the floorboards,
swirls impressed on plates of steel, about a rotting wooden frame,
hanging lamps swing their shadows on a crowded, smoky dance hall,
every beat, we place our feet according to the blueprint of this well-designed machine.

affinity for humans born of natural selection,
bristly fur, speckled aesthetics to the pleasing of my eye,
so much it reminds me of our bodies meshed in solitude,
so much pain and so much joy, homogeneous concoction,
tears drip down onto my tongue, stalactite smile open wide.

between us lies a chasm, fangs bared and sucking in the breath of my despair,
your face a pale-gray phantom, half-forgotten,
eyes a-sparkle, the backpack at your feet stretched and worn,
we fall apart as separate pieces, gears and motor of a rundown automobile,
sandbags fall, one and all, one and all they fall.

ease of handling begs for ease of use, dingy star, faded sun,
improper care has caused the separation of her joints,
only embers faintly glow, pronouncing the death of Her Majesty,
comatose children lying face-down in deserted streets,
will you come again, sweet and sentient rose?  love?

walking hand-in-hand, across the sky a bluebird flies,
walking next to you, breeze contrasts with sun, leaves me shivering and warm,
we sit opposing one another, i disappear within your pooling eyes,
breathing comes with difficulty as i'm overrun with these emotions,
sipping tea beneath the ginkgo trees and sharing time,
i notice your smile has changed with the passing of the years,
mixed with your religiously indoctrinated tears, the same as yesteryear,
opportunity presents itself, dip your toes in, reach through this plastic barrier,
our hearts, bobbling about eternity.

lines in parallel are bleeding
reviewed by peers as shreds of paper waste
collaged and camouflaged by their embarassments
entwined across the nakedness i see as pure perfection


creme of coconut with a blueberry twist
thoughts of you go down so smoothly
i haven't time to digest the wholeness of the score

to contemplate withdrawal, to isolate
sees the full reflection of my soul within the words
orchestrated forms of loneliness, contempt
rife with minute acts of defiance and betrayal
shrouded with a mist of revelation and renewal


when the pen is pressed to paper, i hear your footsteps
i see you in the shards of glass that hold the outsides back
longing for the touch that never comes
the consolation and the love, but attentions always dissipate beneath the rug


foreshadow of your coming leaves me blinded and drunk
i had not noticed the waves for staring at the moon

a beautiful night in an indirect way
freeze-framed flat line between the oscillations
harmonic euphoria distilling all the chaos for a time
distilling the chaos in my mind

unwritten autobiographies. smashed ceramics.
journal filled with half-whit drawn-up musings.

the sun beats down upon me,
thirst and dust,
burns and blisters,
unlubricated machine.

disassembled electronics. glass shards.
dancing whole-heartedly to uncompleted songs.

stitches pulled apart,
at the seams i call my heart,
each thread made loose to yield,
the wounds once sealed now unhealed.

bent spokes. bleeding scars.
maps laid out, half-travelled and tired feet.

shadow of a former self,
left for dead a wounded bird,
flailing corpse, half-buried corpse,
struggling for neither life nor death,
perhaps in both it shall endure eternity.

unplugged localnet. ravaged flesh.
meals half-eaten, the rest strewn about the yard.

ghost upon the wind,
stages of a past betrayal,
played out daily on the screen,
next show: 8 p.m.

absent pixels. unmedicated madness.
unrealized art lying wasted in the mind.

storm-torn telephone pole,
connection's a bit fuzzy,
each word just half-recognized,
i can't quite hear what you are saying,
but i think i understand you anyway.

a broken guitar. strung upon the ceiling beam,
lifeless mess of wood and wires,
pendulum of my desires,
everything i've never succeeded at,
a shrine to failures and misfortunes.

this is my life. here are my romantics.
unglued, malformed meanderings of my heart.

answers miscalculated.  awakened from a dream.
piecemeal integration of religion to believe.

unsolved puzzles. broken pieces.
ashtray filled with half-smoked cigarette stubs.

still water, silent wind,
spinning trees, fasten me in,
if i throw up before i fall,
fall i will, upon you hard,
hold me upright, stranger,
hold me tight and whisper.

normalize me.