09292014

she said,

today, i’ll drown in

the well of self-adoration.

i said,

oh, how jealous

narcissus will be!

09202014

how to make sense

of this viscous confusion?

it clings

ever so persistently.

although…

we speak in words

this time around.

so many utterances

awaiting recognition.

so much…

metaphor.

and metaphor.

and metaphor, once more.

your words,

and the candor of them.

or…

is that my candor

we speak?

and then again,

who’s speaking, anyway?

and then again,

who’s not?

answer the questions,

will you?

life is burning.

now.

09072014

a compass quivers between my fingers.

i stand outside, bare feet

on damp grass.

there is a mauve temper

to the plummeting darkness.

i lay the compass down and write.

my pen scratches away,

endearing itself to the paper.

the ink flows with brazen license.

time?

somewhere, a clock ticks.

not here.

this moment is a labyrinth.

it makes no apologies for

its self-containment.

the words spent,

my pen rests… satisfied.

 but, my spirit craves for knowledge.

what flaming spirit does not crave

for one curiosity or the other?

tell me...

earlier today, i sat outside and read

phenomenology of perception—and oh,

how my body kindled with knowing in the

bonfire of maurice merleau-ponty’s words!

when the house window most distant from me beckoned,

i shut my eyes and pressed my ear against it—in

my imagination—as if a new reality might

open up and seize me... as if.

the smoky clouds gathered on the horizon.

now,

they gather, still…

inside the mauve temper.

inside the imminent chill.

the compass jerks into stillness

at my feet.

my pen weeps.

09012014

another mindful serendipity...

sidewalk chalk

on a neighbor’s driveway

hopscotch in neon and glitter

younger september mornings evoked

oh, the nostalgic diligence of reminiscence!