what to do when stuck in the woods.
So tomorrow I head back to philly. My Mom definitely has a nice new house, lots of light, hardwood throughout, and it only needed most of the surfaces to be torched to get the filth from the previous occupants off... but, It's gonna be beautiful when she finishes adding her touches to it, and... I think there's a man in her life, which makes me happier than not, although apparently this guy is a little on the new age side and a pastor... but also a die hard liberal, and a bit of an intellectual. Nevertheless, from here forward, I will refer to this guy as "Reikiboy".
now... for poetry, thanks to the isolation of the woods.
When Sticks Clack
Stripping back the in betweens
the clavicles the twirled black
softened points - crescent shaded.
Before shadows relinquished gooey
licked raw lines with heavy sighs,
crystalline chemistry kept us inside.
While fans closed in, shallowing tomb
old down comfort grew titanium safety.
earth slits though, martha graham roots, with
bare footed connectedness, focused toward
terrestrial interests. Renewed inwardness.
It was 8 legs, carnivorous, silk laid structure
unforgiving flapping love notes by telegraph
the dot dot dot dash dash of the hopeless.
Last breaths greedily sucked with heft
consanguinity, deliberate and unlikely
redirection of threads already clipped, (ask Lachesis)
two sticks then, dropped in the obvious
uncarefully whittled but a small resemblance
to thickened and furrowed glances graceful and
ironic, icons of the wholly preventable past.
btw, anyone actually using their tags to any great effect? I'm trying to be good about it going forward, but I'll be damned if I really wanna spend time revisiting my old posts for that... kinda like taking vitamins, ya know?
now... for poetry, thanks to the isolation of the woods.
When Sticks Clack
Stripping back the in betweens
the clavicles the twirled black
softened points - crescent shaded.
Before shadows relinquished gooey
licked raw lines with heavy sighs,
crystalline chemistry kept us inside.
While fans closed in, shallowing tomb
old down comfort grew titanium safety.
earth slits though, martha graham roots, with
bare footed connectedness, focused toward
terrestrial interests. Renewed inwardness.
It was 8 legs, carnivorous, silk laid structure
unforgiving flapping love notes by telegraph
the dot dot dot dash dash of the hopeless.
Last breaths greedily sucked with heft
consanguinity, deliberate and unlikely
redirection of threads already clipped, (ask Lachesis)
two sticks then, dropped in the obvious
uncarefully whittled but a small resemblance
to thickened and furrowed glances graceful and
ironic, icons of the wholly preventable past.
btw, anyone actually using their tags to any great effect? I'm trying to be good about it going forward, but I'll be damned if I really wanna spend time revisiting my old posts for that... kinda like taking vitamins, ya know?