Friday, March 27, 2015

Air

It's different
Here, it moves a little
Strangely, sweet and 
Flies. A place to 
Own each molecule,
A breath of monster
Hiding underneath: 
A beast inviting, 
Standing, sighing
In-between
The night and day.

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Epoch

Day on evening,
Wave on sea,
Tiny tongue of answer
Recommend, and
Flee

Diaz

Once woken, crave a gentle
Token, pass a motion
Of exchange to
Give, to grieve, to
Hope and ration all redemption
Save for he. But look!
Defied in sun of mourning,
Rent deepest, jetted coat in
Tatters, patterned solely after
Seeking this alone, to roam.
To find a sodden pathway
Home. It beckons, nay,
Demands a fellow follow,
Stray a little, vagabond.
Stay and wander, carry on in
Wonder. Lost that song, it
Haunts and chants and
Echoes on as little piggy
Finds him none.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Breath

That peace, that
Moment of Monet in madness,
Silence but for wind and
Wave and shimmering grass:
That echo of a
Second spent in solace
Filters through a dusty pane
And paints in sepia tone
A place to hide.