To Walk in Sleep

To Walk in Sleep

I want to swim through the ocean of your mind,

wade though the musings and fancies

to find the file marked with my name.

I want to open it and ruffle

through its pages, to feel its weight in my hands, but never

read, never to completely understand,

but only feel the weight of what I am to you.

For, if we were to take a roadtrip into the valley of my mind

every exit would be marked with you.

For ever since the first day I met you,

your file overflowed and settled homesteads over every inch of my conscious memory.

For, I now use you to mark time.

Hours and minutes have faded back to convention

and all I see is you. You are the sun

that lights my daytime and your absence

is the night that keeps me slumbering

until we meet again. I will walk

through the kingdom of my consciousness and visit landmarks you gave to me

and rest in their shadows until your presence warms my face

to wake me from sleepwalking.

Worlds Will Collide

Worlds will collide
Will collide
And who will be left
to see the rubble
And who will be left
to hold you while you cry
over those who are not
Or will there be
no one left
at all

Cones around the manhole

A reaction poem.


Cones around the manhole


I saw a square of orange cones today
Yellow caution circling around
a manhole cover.
You know what I thought of?
The teenage mutant ninja turtles.
Futurama and the mutants in the sewers.
The Dark Knight Rises and Bane's underground.
As I passed the display I had to look back
and wonder
what they were keeping
down there
trapped.

Don't Ask Me

Don't ask me to tell you the truth
because all I can feel are the lies.
Pretty fiction jumping off the page
through a mouth swallowing
the juicy syllables.
Don't ask me to look you in the eye
because my gaze is glued
to the ground.
Deep brown eyes meet the dirt
and get buried while
weeping.
Don't ask me to open up
because my soul has been trapped
behind a big, silver door
and someone forgot
the key.
Forgive me, believe me,
but please,
don't
don't ask me.

A Joust With Death

I'm taking an Environmental Geology class this semester and of course we begin by talking about all the terrible natural disasters and human-caused decay. It was rather depressing and brought this little musing on. 

A Joust With Death

I’ve had my head split

by an earthquake. Walls

tumble down freely when

the earth calls the minerals

home. What are men

when the earth moves?

I’ve had my lungs swallowed up

by floods and typhoons.

I’ve drowned beneath

the darken sea when the moon

rises high and pulls

the ocean’s hearts strings

to its wake. That last intake of water

choked my core and snuffed

me out. Had my mind escape

me and lose myself all together

while my body remained and took

vegetation. And I’ve had my back

broken in an avalanche.

Crushing stones on broken

bones. Lost my head

in trail by swift justice. Silver blades

shine so brightly when hurtling

to exposed body parts.

I had my belly swell, while ribs

revealed and skin hung. Felt the saving

cold sleep as I melted into

the snow. Took the last walk

myself once with a barrel

to the lips, again with a pretty

little blade and dainty wrists. Death

is a quick and ready thing. Always

coming back to reek

a reward. Is there any greater

opponent than one

that can never be

vanquished?