Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Dead Time

The watch I wear has stopped
My moon eyes gaze above the roof top
A brightness blinds me during the day
These hands frozen for eternity pray
I find comfort only in this empty black sea
When I swim I look down and loose me

I put the dead watch in a bottle and gave it to a wave
Inside I feel as if I took that bottle chewed and swallowed- and your memory Ill forever save
A painful digestion
Life’s tainted selection

I saw you open my bottled time in my dreams
My cries have been muted so you cant hear me scream
You put on my dead watch, admiring it and such
It began to tick with your touch
In the distance I hid in the sand dunes
In wonder- hope- awe- I knew I’d awaken soon

Friday, February 11, 2005

Lost Image

The tiles in the floor are broken.
I choke on these words
that few have spoken.
With my fingernails I scrape the top of each ceramic square.
The air in the room grew thick and green;
you were there.
Locked up- cold and wet
Don’t knock- we’ve never met.
That image in the mirror is not my own;
She is a traitor, a savage, a coward
who left me alone.