the ego fire
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
this hero's cape you've given me...
heavy
soiled
and when spread, examined--
bugs
fall out
onto
the
ground
and s c a t t e r
with much guilt in their antennae
a cape, made of words
(bugs)
and only a fool
would attempt flight with them.
it was a long drop,
full of blood
and enlightenment.
nous sommes les morts
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
the reflection holds it in place,
this picture of mystery.
eyes
staring
eyes of a killer?
eyes of a victim?
depends on the day.
...though it's usually
one
more than the other.
depends on who's
looking
into those eyes
horrific at times
chained to the beholder
a perspective is,
freed only before death.
some days i want to cut them out...
but that won't make the past
bleed
out
of
them.
you don't need eyes
to see pain
to see failure
to inflict
just a heart,
some shallow words
and
a
lie
dealt or promised to you.
the benefits of living flat
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
worry not my love...
duck under the rapid tide of humanity,
snapping the horizon in two.
drown in all that we had,
and all that we could of been.
threadbare are the foolish deeds
this mortal coil requires.
disregard me
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
dispatched is the enemy of emotion-
a knife to his throat,
drowned are the last utterances.
a fire:
immaculate and antiseptic
for every home, every file...
napalm for every tree,
cyanide for every hungry, lying mouth.
the distance wasn't far enough,
he still returned, smarter,
though broken and wrong.
he burned in effigy,
and when the ashes rose
burned again...and when the ashes rose
burned again...
and when the ashes rose
burned again...and when the ashes rose
burned again...
and when the ashes rose
burned again...and when the ashes rose
burned again.
