Sunday, August 29, 2010

Favorite beverage: water

I've found a new muse in you
I collect all my broken pieces and you tape them together
this first re-attempt will rightly be messy
jagged around the edges and slightly sharp at the corners

and beautiful

I'm
seeing
me next to you.it's bright like summer strawberries
I'll wake you up with kisses every morning
make you blueberry pancakes and stare into those bright blues
you have a special talent to stir up those butterflies in my tummy

This is redvelvetcakeicecream walking through a harbor town
it's favoritecolorblues and slaphappyhangovers
it's sharingcrutons and grumblybear look-a-likes

If this isn't love...
I never want to know what love is

Sunday, August 22, 2010

I am.


Like stained glass shards
Filling this tumbler.

Like the broken bones
Protruding from my legs.

A cricket calling in the infernal night,
A cicada calling in the futile daylight.

The slow steady walk
Of respect disappearing.

A bardiche
In the hands of a silhouette.

My memory ashamed
The ghosts of yesterday creep through the window.

Your name floats
On a turbulent ocean.

I put a shipment of kisses and apologies
Onto a paper boat.

Like an afternoon saying good bye
That boat sails out of the estuary.


~Adoration of a ghost.

Love,
Digress.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Beware the Ides of Augustus.

The Ides of August.

A parade of armour.

My death on the tip of the xyston;
My blood drips love letters
Onto ivory papers.

Notes stuffed inside of glass envelopes,
Deliver themselves
On the whispers of the wind.

The gales push against your window
Eyes press against your body
A look of contempt from across the universe.

The Nova agrees then bursts;
A thousand shards of agony
Stretching from the Fornax Dwarf to the bottom of this bottle.

When the flag stops wavering
In the turbulence of your love
I'll put the cap back on.


~The Grand Tour.

Love,
Digress.

Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Something About You

Standing at a fountain in Reykjavik
Making a wish out of
Clowns, mud,
And grass stains.

I will pay the debt of Prometheus.
Only then will I be absolved.

~Pay a penance for piety.

Love,
Digress.