Tuesday, August 30, 2016

An Ode to Careful Eyes and Cosmic Collision

Magnetotactic aligned as it must.
Organic forms in geometric directions.
Follow paths you might never see, could never feel.
Leaving behind crystalline corpses
to be seen by careful eyes.
Lines laid out by rotation,
iron and nickel spinning
deep, deep  below.

Did you know the death of stars births the heaviest elements?
Only twinned collision can build our precious gold.

We have waves and seasons,
long, calm cycles and reasons,
only because of collision.
Even mother moon was birthed in violence.

Smile when she shines.

Distortions in space-time by the presence of weighty volumes.
Creation and impact become one in the same.
Hurling winds, static, and light, and potential towards us.

Life is a byproduct of stars and stubborn chemical reactions,
refusal and collision keep us living.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

steeping song

I wait, I wait for
for oils to escape, from leaves
dried, dead, and broken.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

slow reaching specter.
time misidentified in
broken conjecture

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Reading De Profundis in this Election Cycle

Tight in my chest,
dramatic gothic expectant.
Let foul humors flee me
in phlegm, spilt blood, and tears.
Green light and Golden afternoons
too often not often enough.
Free. Calm. Casual.
And other dance partners I shall never know.

Known and ignored.
Espousing wreckage,
wanton malignant cysts
of insidious intent
hide reason from action,
language from noise.

The deaf congratulate one another on their hearing.
What will become of this?
They won’t even have to hear it.
They’ve no cause.
And I fear them.