Wednesday, February 29, 2012

untitled II

These shadows are our lives
stretching towards eternity.

The ocean wave of liberation
breaking, receding, never
quite touching the toes.

I watch the shadows grow longer
reaching for the surf –

The  sun going down behind me,
my shadow becomes
indistinguishable from nightfall.

Monday, February 20, 2012

untitled

Thank you for this bumpy gravel road to nowhere, this pristine sidewalk graffiti of thumbprint and initial. I am

not the first to pass this way, not the only traveler on this road, not the only one to mistake the map for the territory – or was it the other way around?

I will not be the last haggard soul, or the final disembodied poet. I look east and see a forest of pens, west lies an ocean of paper. Between

the two there is only me and this bumpy gravel road to nowhere, this pristine sidewalk, graffiti, thumbprint and initial.