Tuesday, July 26, 2011

to matter, to matter not

i am a dot
to your naked eye
here now
there then
here and there
now and then

i am a shape
before your eyes
at your disposal
here now
here then
as you left me
found again

Wednesday, July 13, 2011


i do not know my poems
they just become what they want
this moment glad
that moment scared
this moment naked
that moment clad
words keep adding
falling like raindrops
till the make a puddle
maybe there was a ditch before
maybe they forged one
like right now
words think
they should end

Monday, July 11, 2011

Sleight of Hand

Space lost in form, silence in sound
The magician plays his trick
shepherds the gaze toward the empty fist
while hides away in the hand unseen
Truth to be magically found