In a Dream We Dwell

In a dream we dwell -
memories swell
up the bubble.

A million shells on the shore -
and night quells
their existence.

The double meanings -
this rubble down the road -
slumber and numbers -

the tolling bell -
the rolling shell -
how night quells,
existence?

Church

The womb,
a sad church -
harmony of darkness
and soundlessness.

Intrusion, worship;
the darkness being
looked at.

Bent knees -
they soar to a cloud of pain.

Asking.
In whispers.

One last look
at the light 
through the stains -

and they're gone.

Not Anymore

There isn't time
corking the bottle anymore -
the soul has fled -
fled away from the fragility
of trances ...
from the deadness, life?

Unforgettably

His voice is the smell
of roses I have
never touched.

Clutching the seconds -
a skiing in snow,
he races across me ...
unforgettably.

I trace these wrinkles
and taste an intimacy
between us.

We are, we are -
in a timeless moment,
the meaning, the meaninglessness;
the mirth of the earth
when upon it a star,
falls.