Thursday, August 25, 2011


Don't pour sand in the ocean,
let the wintersun pass by
don't wave goodbye to a jet,
a passenger might cry.

The tiny heart stretches the mind
to a place it doesnt belong
High above a maple tree
singing a hopeless love song

Grief swallows time
or time swallows grief,
a book too well-bound
often, makes it hard to read

just when i begin to wonder
All that's gone wrong in the world
I am struck by the flash
of a silver, silver mirror

My bones go weak,
shivering to the winter shrill
i am struck by numbness,
i find it hard to tell

And days leap to months
while i run aimlessly alone
to catch falling stars
and give up what i own

while the night performs seduction
in her own feline ways
a poet grasps for breath
Sweating in merciless May

Tracing the unworded skyline
of his clueless mind
Before storm decays memory
of a subliminal real time