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The Cold Blue Mirror
Sinking Chest deep In the morning’s blue reflection Running coldSwept southward At perfect leisure An anchor’s pulled From its grave, Of a dark riverbed And the thrills of lost year’sUnreel in my headOverrun And afloat Sailing past high noon To its misty brine Indisposed Featherlight The jealous cry of the shore Falls hollow, Out of reach In the cold blue mirror Leaving sunlight to preach
The Cold Blue Mirror
Sinking
Chest deep
In the morning’s blue reflection
Running cold
Swept southward
At perfect leisure Â
An anchor’s pulled
From its grave,
Of a dark riverbed
And the thrills of lost year’s
Unreel in my head
Overrun
And afloat
Sailing past high noon
To its misty brine
Indisposed
Featherlight
The jealous cry of the shore
Falls hollow,
Out of reach
In the cold blue mirror
Leaving sunlight to preach
Familiar Violence
On to a brighter plain Where old bridges still burn Coughing envious plumesInto the pale blue sky On to a sunbaked road Through a desolate dreamFamiliar violence erupts Flooding memories with sparks June’s blistering charm Conjures columns of ghosts And what I’ve earned today Feeds the fires of their wrath I’m wound tight and wrung silent By the endless blue daysI’ll fall for their facade…
Familiar Violence
On to a brighter plain
Where old bridges still burn
Coughing envious plumes
Into the pale blue sky Â
On to a sunbaked road
Through a desolate dream
Familiar violence erupts Â
Flooding memories with sparks
June’s blistering charm
Conjures columns of ghosts
And what I’ve earned today
Feeds the fires of their wrath
I’m wound tight and wrung silent
By the endless blue days,
I’ll fall for their facade
Writhing and gasping for breath
Fireflies in the Orchids
Fireflies return to my chest When I am no longer crowdedAnd cluttered to my scalp With the ear-splitting day A clear pelting rain Washes out the year’s ashes, Pushing ruin downriverThrough a delta of scars A quake rattles my spine, Letting pale orchids climbAs human snarls subside A few paces from silence Spring’s green and goldIs restored in my marrow In the fragile hours Before a chorus of…
Fireflies in the Orchids
Fireflies return to my chest
When I am no longer crowded
And cluttered to my scalp
With the ear-splitting day
A clear pelting rain
Washes out the year’s ashes,
Pushing ruin downriver
Through a delta of scars
A quake rattles my spine,
Letting pale orchids climb
As human snarls subsideÂ
 A few paces from silence
Spring’s green and gold
Is restored in my marrow
In the fragile hours
Before a chorus of sorrows
Brackish Rain
The earth’s become a jagged stone In the pit of my stomach “Any day now”Rings out across the street Each night Sunrise frees worry From the alleys of my mind And its panicked shrieks Shoot bolts of lightning Through my limbs Nights are diamond mines I fill my pockets with its sonnets With slogans of revolt With bread crumbs Before the fall Deep breaths For any day now, The waterline will riseIn…
Brackish Rain
The earth’s become a jagged stone
In the pit of my stomach
“Any day now”
Rings out across the street
Each night
Sunrise frees worry
From the alleys of my mind
And its panicked shrieks
Shoot bolts of lightning
Through my limbs
Nights are diamond mines
I fill my pockets with its sonnets
With slogans of revolt
With bread crumbs
Before the fall
Deep breaths
For any day now,
The waterline will rise
In the brackish rain
Gushing from sand and soil
Anthill Pyre
Civilization to meMeans shortness of breath A sharp pain in my chest Long and restless nights An onslaught of tomorrows It is my nagging cough The large lump in my throat When I have fallen short In a rich man’s plan It is the envious breeze That lives in the marrow And pollutes my thoughts With fever dreams of betrayal Civilization to me Means a sweltering death, On an anthill pyre Beneath a…
Anthill Pyre
Civilization to me
Means shortness of breath
A sharp pain in my chest
Long and restless nights
An onslaught of tomorrows
It is my nagging cough
The large lump in my throat
When I have fallen short
In a rich man’s plan
It is the envious breeze
That lives in the marrow
And pollutes my thoughts
With fever dreams of betrayal
Civilization to me
Means a sweltering death,
On an anthill pyre Â
Beneath a magnifying glass
Fiefdom of Bones
Stillness cannot expand In this crowded place, Still choked with the cries Of a lash wielding past Free and colorful illusions Seldom settle in this state, In this lonely gulch Among the tree stumps and craters On this turf of cyclones Only violence can thrive, Its hideous forms Claim this fiefdom of bones Passing reveries are fought for In the blistering storms Of disquieted bodiesLiving…
Fiefdom of Bones
Stillness cannot expand
In this crowded place,
Still choked with the cries Â
Of a lash wielding past
Free and colorful illusions
Seldom settle in this state,
In this lonely gulch
Among the tree stumps and craters
On this turf of cyclones
Only violence can thrive,
Its hideous forms
Claim this fiefdom of bonesÂ
Passing reveries are fought for
In the blistering storms  Â
Of disquieted bodies
Living frightened of calm  Â
A Coveted Mirage
Too much of my time has been bled In search of shelter, My nomadic pulse Drums softer and softerToo much of the worldFalls out of my sight, Below a cluster of stars My coveted mirageToo many doors are sealed To keep an illness at bay, How it teems in my voice, Within the fables I breathe Too full with rich words Days rot on the vine,Oversweet and unrealized Torn away from my mind
A Coveted Mirage
Too much of my time has been bled
In search of shelter,
My nomadic pulse
Drums softer and softer
Too much of the world
Falls out of my sight,
Below a cluster of starsÂ
My coveted mirage
Too many doors are sealed
To keep an illness at bay,
How it teems in my voice,
Within the fables I breathe
Too full with rich words
Days rot on the vine,
Oversweet and unrealized
Torn away from my mind Â
A Poet’s Drum
The pattern of a distant drumGathers all from the dark, The many coursing with fireFull and restless to march It is low and modest Building speed overnight Among the honest light Of heroes far and wide The drum pattern swells Into encircling thunder, With the tearful screams Of torn and tarnished mothers The guilt lies with one The chief, the merchant, the liar Trembling at the door Soon to burst…
A Poet's Drum
The pattern of a distant drum
Gathers all from the dark,
The many coursing with fire
Full and restless to march Â
It is low and modest
Building speed overnight
Among the honest light
Of heroes far and wide
The drum pattern swells
Into encircling thunder,
With the tearful screams
Of torn and tarnished mothers
The guilt lies with one
The chief, the merchant, the liar
Trembling at the door
Soon to burst asunder
The Recruit
She strides tall On the uphill march, Among the winding columnOf friends and fighters And their parade of complaints Their banter is a song There is order, there is rhythm The blue shades of its verseForm the tongue they exhale Winding up through the mist On a thankless journey, She fills her boots with stones In the alpine shadows Until the ivory crest Flames a luminous red, And all gripes melt…