Tiles And Dust

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Thursday, August 30, 2012

Days

you were the air in my days (the attraction on my canvas) long away, it all seems (do I tell it convincingly?) Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Reruns

a mummy's curse has to contain more zing than these incessant reruns Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Ache

so much to share she aches for quiet conversation (moonlight whisper) dine from a tabled distance recalling red carpet and ice falling into the hungry cup Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 24, 2012

Pompeii Again

tremours and he thinks how short life has been explosion and fire streaming deep into a darkening sky and he knows there is time remaining to pray Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Chime

the loner shall carry patience with life well into that chiming dust Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

The Conjur

in dreams I conjur Mary in her tale of a man pieced together am I that man living beyond life in dreams I wonder a clockworks of so many minds Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 17, 2012

Courting

she pleads with herself the story must be told hours and days months and suddenly years she asks the self dwelling among her did the bleeding court such pain so sweetly? Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Tiles And Dust (Reprise)

dreams in dirt they spread themselves the countless forgotten mile we awaken rarely remembering that journeyed mindcourse feeling depths of a desire to return tiles and dust we become one as paint embracing palette dreamscape and dirt floor teasing hidden highways Sign in to see full entry.

The Parents

he sees them at night drifting with the dust of his slumber he watches their mouths form silent words and he wonders just how to respond Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 10, 2012

The Children

from beyond our comprehension they arrived the children of our children with minds of their own painting degrees into our history Sign in to see full entry.

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