Birdland

Not as substantial as I could have been,
I had become a trace element in a linguistic storm,
donning a crooked smile that could no longer conceal
the process of my wasting away-

So, swords for hands,
I cut a piece of time from out of the dying night,
and letting it fall, I watched it drift into the distance,
realizing that in its place, some kind of opening had remained-

Stepping through,
I slipped down and away;
though in falling I felt no fear,
for the earth, well,
she seemed to disappear-

and I now, a part of the sky eternal,
found I could fly,
and I, so blissfully alone,
at once embraced
my passion for nothing-

and thus with wings unleashed,
I moved effortlessly through this new dawn,
carried on waves of pure sound,
towards no particular destination;
a phoenix, had I become.

Twinning

A crash,
a collision -
a momentary
recognition

For a second I thought your deep brown eyes were my own.

And so through them

I saw numbers collide,
as towers of reason crumbled,
having been swallowed up by their own shadows,
which spread endlessly across the blackest tundra,
expanded outwards
to meet the sky –
and finally, I saw I
rising up above a certain destruction,
shaking off the detritus
of a place that should have never been –
I had all at once come home; found my twin,
and apparently, it was time to go.

An apology,
a walking away –
an attempt at union,
so slipped away.

Star the black or shine the sun skin burned

With arms akimbo
he fell further from his mark

thus crucified the hellion, was to ever climb upward,
thus fleshed the electric, was to moment the timefulness
of this earthly space

and
the mountaintop
conquered
the sky

as
the linguist
destroyed
reason

allowing
his one true reflection
to become
a vacant introspection

of a handful of never was
and a mouthful of desperate hollow
that for awhile gave in to the separate,
ideal (unexpected),
and hid in the day
a pocketful of
vanished.

So now light up, freeze, melt away,
star the black to not resolve reality,
nor shine the sun skin burned.

Sara dropped a token or To Sky Heavenward

Sara dropped a token
and her world exploded
halfway between here and there
the construct that kept her frozen
opened a door to Sky Heavenward.

The nuts and bolts that were meant to hold her together
failed
and all at once was revealed the unrevealed.

She now,
a blazing, burning beauty, took her first breath,
abandoned all eloquence for an absolute truth
that had until now been hidden away within her,

not unlike a child forgotten.

Having let the token fall,
the gray that was the number three
smiled as Sara let it wrap its arms about her-
in less than an hour,
she would be home.

FAOY

Forever
owing
on
loving
solo

a
lone
lover

on
fire

yellowing
over…
undertowed.