Tuesday, December 31, 2013

As if on Some Small Child's Dare

An errant animate amalgam of two sentiences
of summer sunlight serendipitously slipped into
the early January air as if on some small child’s dare.

Everything went tolerably well. Though winter, they
decided, wasn’t where they would prefer to dwell.
Winter, not to put too fine a point on it, was hell.


Monday, December 30, 2013

Be My Witness

Be my witness,
dearest thing.

Corroborate the sting
of my existence. Sing

my adamantine
heart’s persistence.

Don’t go.
Let someone know.


Sunday, December 29, 2013

A Holy Rabid Loneliness

We mightn’t have embarked
upon that strange excursion
into Soul our friendship is
had we not separately undergone

the stirrings of a holy rabid
loneliness: a darkness far
exceeding night – the building
toward a crippling secret fright

felt well before we knew
there could be solace for it
in the meeting of two pairs
of eyes. But here we are,

far past surmise, my friend:  
despite our knowing, though
we dare not wonder to each
other when, the thing will end.


Nor Try to Wake Too Soon

In the limitlessness
of these rich unending winter
nights alights the spirit

of the human mystery –
that our obliquely sired history
is made of layered dark.

Park closely to the curb of sleep
and creep as deeply as you can
into the heart of its enumerating

secrecies, my dear –
and do not fear you will not
wake nor try to wake too soon.

Break from all the splinters
of December noon –
and take up Winter’s moon.


Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Fling the Thing

Co-create some agony
and ecstasy today.
Flex and dance
around the miracle
then fling the thing away.