April 11, 2017

Desiring to be possessed,
I took the unused path and,
With purpose,
Toward a clearing strode
To wait for inspiration.

Alas, nothing has come of it
And I was only left
With my mere self.


Surging and Swelling

January 3, 2013

It swims to the surface of consciousness
Digging itself out of languor, a drowning man
Who has remembered
Who pulls himself to the surface.

Intensity he hasn’t dared:
Lines growing
Out from every object, every fragment
Of story
The lifelong crescendo before they converge
And the scattered red clouds begin to assemble
The atmosphere rises
He must not forget,
Not ‘till death do us part
How angles could cut him,
Live wires that intersect and trace back
Both directions.
They project as he carries
In veins like roots welded to earth
Restless ardor and after
The lines recede,

He must not forget.