7/26/09

Ignition-systems


Streaming light
and colour to the day

wrapping me in
feathered clips
of memory;

Tracking an elusive
species, catagory
of experience

Frozen,
for animation.

Are the tracks True?

7/25/09

Drumming Gazes

Mobilizing mass
swift to crash
in the lonely hiss of dusk,

What comes of mice
to throw themselves in
swift mud?

To gaze with
open eyes
all
coming far to claim their homes,

Seeing true
what the Reserve has been
covering.

With calling songs,
the people raise a pen,
and set a glass;

Let us see what the
New Storm Exposes!

7/21/09

Bubbling choked charms...

As I write
within the skull of this frame

I can't escape the
draughts of flesh.

Only, coming into
light,
beholding tasks which
call me forth,

I etch these realms of dawn
with gates to the Coin.

Deliver me now, traffic!