10.22.2010

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Materialized within yesterday's clouds,
I now erase the faceless fog
to face the distractions of loneliness,
like departing slowly from a fisherman
as he throws his line into the river
again & again.

I peer into a mirror
as if I were flying through a space
outside of Time.
Here, it is like an endless sunset
on the horizon,
rose petals in streams
wedged to the nourishment
of a landscape's eye.

If the moon's pupil opened a bit wider,
the sun would gasp with rapt attention
& reverse every memory, every photo,
so that all light & life would become
an absolute anfractuous shadow
sunken into the infinite mire upon
the pressed lips of the universe. 




10.19.2010

The stage is too gigantic to trip on the surface

so I descend over it.

I am in control of my own displacement.

There are thousands of miles of depth
within a ventriloquist's tongue.

I am stepping into Antigravitropism.

The climax of the circus comes to a pause
& the animals weep silently.

I hear bulbous whispering.

Disappearance of clowns,
       disappearance of stage-sound,
              disappearance of Pantheon-sized crowds

becomes an apron
for the isolation of my making--

the amalgamations of.