BRIDGE OF THREAD

toe clipped,

arms spread stretched

to the far end of each

finger ;

chin swimming

through eternity

unwanting whatever lazedly

styrofoam nightmares sat

along the road that leads

to whoever waited

ahead

TRADEWINDS, CROSSOVERS

as waft of nickel-laden air

twirl dirt beyond and over

some damned farther than east

cityscape cloaked in stale promises

locked upon inante naivete, a

spirited metallic guffa stop

dead sans echo into each mytical

strand of a memory laid by

this malicious thought of bloating

up as a gluttonous s.o.bo shifting

tales; pulling legalese, pumping

deeper but never half past an ebb of a

desire to conceal fact and deal

fiction being the ultimate drop

of mercy, have it

on us.

on us.

on us!

ENNUI REVISITED

more than just the specter of lust

you were,

another page written and read

for comfort

reveal truer than blue essence

i am

lingering still in the empty halls

of solitude

only to have your scent fill space

with guilt

neither for better or worst or even

forever.

SUMMER, 2oo1

somehow, something

reaches further

away to some withdrawn

dried up past

a sky scanned

by an eye fed with

cataract and tears

appear bright and

soulfully clings

to space

shrunk into

a singular vestige

of vast white

and of nothingness

as it oranges itself

ito another

summer strutting

unnoticed towards

oblivion!

HOLLOW VERSE

there I was

looking out into

some demented emptiness

ascending with

the mist of

a calm fog

fretting up

into a song

written far

before distant

pasts and uncertainties

fiddling

searching

finding

south of somewhere

reaching

north of nowhere

very much like

the me

looking out

into some

unholy emptiness

before today