SCRATCH PAPER

1). '09

i was a deep idea in an aging cloud.
licked by its rough charge then dismissed,
wingless, damp and wanting. conducting
electricity: sculpted without rehearsal,
without error or forethought.

a liquid lightening rod fighting
fire with water. the victor's title
caught by currents - flipping the breaker,
waved away. a quiet thread of oxygen
run through to full fill a heart
given shape by forces informing
weather, accumulative and dissipating.
structureless, restructured,
buttressed by compassion and anguish -
by inertia ... grace. faceless
til fashioned just past horizon,
itself a temporal, yet distinct face.


2). '94

If you're there, beyond
the conglomeration of my memory
and imagination, in outreach
I'm here, immobilized and
calling. Inscriptions between
fibers of muscle and dream,
definition - the details
beyond language enunciated
through flesh and the unseen.

canonize the unknown,
balance on a para-conscious rim.
Skim the surface, push
the depths beyond their deepness,
round the curve so it finds a way
back to itself. bend the straight bar
so it touches end to end it. It takes
all my strength and they meet but
for an instant, then return
to distance. Still, the effort
hangs mid air, unable to explain itself,
detached from explanation's strife
and worth it.

3). '07

Somewhere, the idea of perfection
humbles me, reflecting my flaws
so perfectly in tact and tactile.
my soul amorphous and ragged
and whole.

4). '10

between every firing machine my
wet heart falls.
my acts of activism form quietly.
tired of saying saying
speech talk talking beliefs amidst
sparcity of those so few who simply
live them and let speak speechless
for itself and i ask the empty air for
you where are
you i will pull you
from dream across
reality's horizon if
that boundary exists
i'm uncertain where
it lies and rises
and wavers like the shade
that takes on shape
and becomes shadow
in motion slow
across the speed of
light broken into
moments unbroken and singular
rolling over and
pulling me in while
poured from form
and spreading like milk