My Poetic...Preoccupations

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

reality ruptured from        
  enraptured amnesia      
    what is it to kill a memory (light, inhale, repeat)    
      so lost in remembrance  
        I become everything I am against...forgetting

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

insatiable feelings of          
  complete emptiness        
    loss      
      yearning    
        desperate longing  
          like something is utterly...gone

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

so we are shattered      
  I broken over upon over    
    she haphazardly scattered  
      me left with mere apparitions of…her

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

delicate creases and muted folds    
  keep this collective her hidden from me  
    so still she remains…secret

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

then she becomes rain      
  a furious downpour    
    a gushing torrent  
      of weeping currents and…water

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

which call waves that crash    
  from ocean to barren beach  
    built on these vacated…dunes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

here plasma pulses so slow      
  abating the blood flow    
    as if it were tide low  
      an unessential part of her...heart

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

here unrequited love lives        
  becoming the artful passion      
    of broken trust    
      and absence of touch  
        this aquaints him with the...hunger

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the first symptom        
  anger transmuted to piercing pain      
    which ferments into such uncontrollable loathing    
      whatever keeps him going  
        at least for …now

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

like a man with no eyes      
  (one blinded by self)    
    could truly behold the beauty  
      of this bursting fire-filled...sky

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

my day dreams dissipate        
  across shrouds of fading bodyscapes      
    so when I fall asleep    
      I pray my soul will keep  
        still I becoming my own…nightmare

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

rusted moon-dials      
  guide eclipsed lunar rays    
    between a point of origin in time  
      and these listless hollowed...stars

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

these intermediary negotiators      
  of sunset and sunrise    
    this division of dusk and dawn  
     

the subtle edge of a...horizon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

my poetic preoccupations        
  a former persona murdered by myself      
    distanced by the pasts silhouettes    
      which fall and lurk  
        just beneath the...shadows

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

reincarnate