Sunday, November 15, 1998

when the sky went black


the scene frozen moment
only sound a beat
tapped out with a ring
when the sky went black
analyzed the mind
counting each weapon
mind sharp slightly imperfect
average with pens holding ink
this porch seen it in all forms
some might lose balance
up too high reaching for stars
secrets shared with
the white of the page...

converges on tonight


my own death finally made you stand still
inside but freezing sister winning first place
you frown at me as I lie there lifeless
has Christmas passed already
no one knows the cause
no trail can be followed too long

longer than the freeze inside longer than your loss
and longer than the letter that I wrote
to find out what the hell day it is and
what it this that has happened
all thought converges on tonight while memories still fresh

all thoughts rise up
to say they cannot be attached to what was
what will come and what is has always come first
my thoughts are with those that will not stop
and among them is the thought that you are finally
standing still...

Saturday, November 14, 1998

hallway conspiracy


remember when you walked
in this body ashamed
can't recall when that went away
definitely rooted in both
past and present
future expands under heavy rain
'exploding snow' Kerouac saw
a sight unseen
a dragon emerges from sheep's wool
fiery torches melt white purity
and unheard prayers
deep whispers and wheels still spinning
cracking as heated icebergs
survive august still
a shell of a man
walking toward block seventeen
under the shield of air
sitting while words
in the hallway conspire...