Friday, July 30, 2010

Gom Jabbar

Oh, pain.
The pain.
Holding your hand in the gom jabar
hurts--does not harm.
It begins to burn.
We're well beyond thresholds now
and into endurance.
Learning the difference between
desiring a thing
and reaching to grasp it:
is it the pain or the fear
that kills the mind?

Friday, July 23, 2010


jewels placed in cave-mouth

crushed as the roof collapses;

sweet juice of berries

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Musings from a Twelve Hour Day

I. Shadow

Evicted from my mind,
standing outside,
I look in and see myself
doing things I'd rather
not be

II. Persona

No girlfriend, but a letter
from the mormons
waiting for me at home,
heathen and reality confused
in my mind and ears,
I toil in the crucible of my derision
until the last sinking sun's rays
submerge themselves
in the dark sea of night

III. Unconscious

that aquariumarine sky
bulging big and wide from my glass bowl
bejeweled with rings and a crescent;
I wheel and whir beneath it like a machine

until it stops--