Seize Me

Seismic, the sorrow -
seize me, my horrors
at war with dreams.

What do you see -
up there, there's no seeking it.
Seize the sunken,

Me.

They cut me here -
stop me short, as I,
see... see through the morrow
that I was promised.

Seize me tonight,
a fool, the seeker, me -
meek, bleak, toad's creek -
a pool of torchlight 
under a tree.

Comet

Noon and heat -
white brightness, I bleed -
a little thought 
slipping from my hair -
I sweat you,
a comet.

Down,
down into the heart of blackness -
you die a dot -
a little thought,
slipping down the leash -
sweat, comet, love, memory.

You,
having lit the charred walls
of the Universe,
die.

I'm That Light

I'm that light -
caught between bubbles -
several bubbles -
they choke me,
a little, round rainbow,
trying to exist
like a soul in too many bodies!

These bubbles die -
no dearth of death here.
And then I'm set free,
an invisibility.

Bizarre freedom,
a curse -
nothing contains me;
nothing sustains
but me.

Tears

Tears,
unwelcome tears -
flood the hollow of the night -
Dawn floats,
a broken branch -
a lost hope,
cracking the eyes
with its dryness,
piercing the heart 
with all its might.

Boot

There's a boot with loose laces,
the loot of time.

So worn, so brown,
so full of the dusk.
Not worth a dime.

Forgotten by the very soul
who'd let it drink
from every pool.

It lingers by the doorstep,
this confused can of nothing -
who knows what fills it up:
the shrinkage only grows.

The Canyon

Behind you
was a canyon,
steep and deep -
I couldn't sleep 
on your shoulder.

Naked, the darkness
bared it all;
spared our shadows
from the wall -
I tried to escape 
the freefall:
behind you
a canyon ...

I knew that the light
at the dawn
would melt the one kiss
that befell my eyelids.
And yet I let 
snow accumulate
on the roof.

But I couldn't overlook
your shallowness ...
Behind you
was a canyon,
steep and deep.

To Grandmother

Silver woman, upon us you had spread -
your face, a melting clock - you rose and fell
like tides.

I'd sail across the million wrinkles
and discover that you could still
carry the load of a smile.

To ride on the moons of your eyes ...
Your waning form,
your whines -
to know that I wasn't hope,
to know there wasn't time ...

I miss the rhythm
of your trembling hands.
And the square that made you walk.
I miss your silence as you watched
us talk and talk and talk.