Random Writings

exstasis

What air fills these lungs,
they that will sing and sing
and deny
the beauty of spaces and faces
in favor of seeking lightening-wrought hearts
steeled by flame to hope!
The upbeat of the canvass cuts through the veil
and enflames the waiting spirit within--what blue skies
and cobbled streets humming in harmony
drain us of, of trying to be!

Once our skin was breaking from containing the desire
but now we stretch our wings to hold room in unbidden embrace.


December 23

Some commands cannot be followed: Remember!
Scuffed terra cotta ground with sand, aside;
Cheeks flushed against the sun, aside;
aside from the sound of hushed steps
and the prick of hollow watching eyes,
these things band too loosely and are denied.

Even though breaths can be counted and heart beats tamed,
even though absolute stillness of the body attained,
and blood slows to stagnant deep in veins
and pain disperses in heat across white skin
Even though the door is opened, nothing comes in
Remember: some commands cannot be followed.

September
From the first of September, the center starts to break
and once the nucleus has shattered, the cell walls bow out
from the first cold crackle, the ceiling sags down
under the weight of salt water, the dirt path is unmade


inGrained

Patent faith soaked to the feet
the fear of god, of water
of drowning in the stares,
falling on the stairs of the baptistry,
where we as children played,
dry and content to be unwashed.

But when guilt pours down and paints our skin--
the faults of a thousand aching sins--
then must we speak,
into the mic, into the air,
over the sobbing piano chords
that accompany such confessionals.