I have never reached the end of a notebook
Writing in its final pages
but never filling that final third
leaving a thick region of white
untouched, unfinished, potential
limitless possibility, the call of cyberspace
perhaps I was just meant to write forever
on line
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Sunday, May 21, 2006
on one hand
time flows, never stopping
hearts beat, forever bleeding
no button to press pause
to watch your wounds, wrap in gauze
years compressed in memories
seconds molded, relived pleasantries
looking forward, one hand's worth of days
blink, and left are no fingers' worth of stays
hearts beat, forever bleeding
no button to press pause
to watch your wounds, wrap in gauze
years compressed in memories
seconds molded, relived pleasantries
looking forward, one hand's worth of days
blink, and left are no fingers' worth of stays
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
photographs
these pictures
they're useless
seconds captured
seconds already lost
already fading
how I felt just then, I now
reconstruct:
remembering,
imagining,
forgetting....
these images won't tell me
how I felt, or
what I lived
just a monument
a posed smile
blurred lights
all gone away
they're useless
seconds captured
seconds already lost
already fading
how I felt just then, I now
reconstruct:
remembering,
imagining,
forgetting....
these images won't tell me
how I felt, or
what I lived
just a monument
a posed smile
blurred lights
all gone away
Titanic
legato violins always struck me
as the best music
for sinking
cry in time
with the Merry Widow Waltz
As your world becomes tilted
no longer parallel with the horizon
the two will meet and merge
hope floats away
in lifeboats
as the best music
for sinking
cry in time
with the Merry Widow Waltz
As your world becomes tilted
no longer parallel with the horizon
the two will meet and merge
hope floats away
in lifeboats
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