Time
Explain to me how time and live and die
on slow droopings of the lid of an eye.
Archive for January, 2008
Sage
For weeks the only muse that spoke to me
was liquid, ram-b-ling on rooftops and
complaining that my silence would end me.
But I paid no attention to that fool.
I’ve sought and found a more appealing sage,
one who is made of flesh and bone.
Untitled
I was inspired to write this at the driving range. Who woulda thunk it?
Would you believe me if I said I was
a gardener of death? Today I sowed
the seeds with sweat, dug shallow graves with steel.
My seven-iron makes an excellent spade.
I added another poem to my portfolio, which does have a title, “Let’s Pray.”
Snow Play Area
Here’s a first draft of an experience I had over the weekend. Pardon the roughness around the edges.
At eighteen years of age, feet-first lost charm.
My father said, “try head-first.” So I did.
I’ve rarely felt closer to icy death.
I’ve rarely felt closer to breathless life.
Having known riches, a prince cannot beg.
And so I had to conquer every hill
belly down, arms out stretched, legs akimbo.
At close of day I truly was a god.
But what lay before me as I plunged down,
completely hidden from view, shattered me.
It tore my face and with greed sucked my air.
My body’s broken, but my spirit’s not.
I’ll gladly do it again, provided
I am rebuked for my foolhardiness
and amply warned. I would like to ignore
those warnings, but today, I’ve had enough.
Happy New Years!
