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What if

What if these ghosts
are more than the real living more.
Pearlescent and glowy, ethereal and song worthy
so much more than the vapid pudding fleshy creatures that come out at noon
to haunt us with mundane converstaions on the weather or on television
those individuals who trap you in conversations
where no matter how much you step back from them
they […]


Time… is on my side… oh yes it is…

It’s 3:22 AM at the start of this blog post and so I’ll start there.
And because scotch is on my tongue and sleep is an elusive tease right now, I may rant
with a cadence
that wants to be poetry
but falters and trips
like the stumbles of truth against silence.
Time.
Time.
Time.
Tic.
And
Then
Eventually
Toc.
As if it is both infinite and closing in […]


Poetica Spontenaium 10.06.07 (Yes - they’re back)

Steady as a heartbeat.
Not mine, but yours.
Under my ears during the darkest hours of the night.
When I press out from my eyelids all vapor of worry
before they coalesce into a nacreous mist of
memory or dream, vision or blurred
troubled or troublesome or troubleseeking - which we’ll both admit tends to be my nature.
But steady as your […]


Thought of the moment.

When the sun comes up in just a few minutes,
every second I become more warm and receptive to
the simple joys
that come from being completely loved
and loving completely.


Poetica Spontenaium

It was in my left hand I forgot about it.
This rusty blade, blunt and ugly.
That is until I walked by your side
and down this path
and I tripped.
And while you reached out your arm to stop me
from falling, I threw out
my hand
and an arc of hurt
caught you by the arm.
This cannot be undone.
But it was […]


Poetica Spontenaium 11.30.06

Every breath of air between us
and a galaxy trembles for a moment
when you reach over
and trace constellations with your thumb
into my palm.
Such is the every day wonder
of you.
As oceans swell and quake
like rumpled sheets beneath our dreams
that quest for adventure, for treasure, for love.
I’m living layers of light and color
over my socks.


Poetica Spontenaium 7.27.06

There are these bitter pieces in my mouth.
Sworling around my tongue
Clacking at my teeth
threatening to chip them
Salty, gritty, and wet
like beach sand that’s flung into your face
by insult disguised as jest
and jest disguised as affection
and affection that’s draped in mockery
though careful attention is payed throughout this game
I look at you, with lips partly pursed
as if […]


Poetica Spontenaium 5.27.06

I’ve been thinking a lot this morning.
Not much else to do
as I lay and wait for someone to
find
me .
As I concentrate on each breath,
my ribs straining against the  weight of the bookshelf
of misplaced thoughts and forgotten intentions
that had fallen on top of me as I got up for a cup of tea.
The weight of this.
These.
The […]


Poetica Spontenaium 10.11.05

I nuzzled up next to you
with you whispering
moonlight and stars
into my dreams
as they spilled
down my neck
and tore open my shirt.
You forgot, as did I,
how very very sharp
these careless
luminous bodies
can be.
Scraping against throat
Tearing against palms
Blowing kisses of
broken glass
into my eyes.
Are these dirty bombs,
these confessions of love.
I understand, I really do.
And I curl my arms carefully
around their […]


Poetica Spontenaium 08.01.05

The only words I write these days
Are in chipped nailpolish and silver hairs
You’d ask me why I’ve become so quiet
But then again, that’s why you’re there
Instead of sitting on this couch with me
Watching sunshine turn to fog
Just another sunday in san francisco
Forgetting prayers to neglecting Gods


Songlyrics w/o tune.

I just woke up from a nap with a John Mayer-esque song that hasn’t been written yet in my head. Ever get that? Don’t ask me to hum this for you.
Just thought it was a sweet way to wake up from a nap with a cute lovesong as yet unwritten and otherwise unsung […]


Poetica Spontenaium 5.13.05

Haiku for a cloudy day.
Unlucky am I
carved out by a chilled icecream scoop
my heart is as such


Poetica Spontenaium 5.10.05

I find my lungs aching
panting for breath
keeping up as the world spins fierce
of hot tar and scrawled missives
guiding like a drunken sherpa
towards another day
I might fall off and then what
Spin out into dark space
and float out into
the forgotten mawl of who knows what
swallowed or spat out
and sent running off again
towards another night
and if I’m lucky […]


Poetica Spontenaium 5.1.05

Being near you he said,
was like chewing on warm sugarcane.
Sweet, but quite a bit of work sometimes.
And it required sharp teeth.
How does one respond to language like this
when said over turned shoulder
from one who wears torn and well scraped boots?
“So you prefer Coke Classic. From Mexico.”
And he smiled.


Poetica Spontenaium 4.1.05

So lost am I
In the wonder of who you are
On your lashes I could float
A thousand wishes and a star


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