Archive for May, 2009


May 6, 2009

remember a few years back when i asked you if i had any passion to live for? when I wanted to swirl around the room and dance and felt my feet stand still like they were built out of lead? i wanted to be moved by the movement of a higher power – the grating of the planets of their planes of existence and feel all creation surge through my veins? and you said i was a wonderful, complex, vibrant person, with this joie di vivre and love for all things creation?


i have spent my days, since, searching, digging through mounds of dirt, like a vole trapped above its claws, pawing away at the secret that lay within me.


so i think i found myself on the way. 


i have a hole in me now – i wear threadbare clothes that are so comfortable – you know, the perfect pair of denim jeans, that hug every curve of my body where they need to, and i slip and slide with them and into them, and take them along with me everywhere i go?


my jeans? yeah…they have a hole. I have a hole in my pocket and a hole in my hands and a hole in my heart that i can’t sew back.


a toast

May 5, 2009

raise your glass, but don’t drink
for this glimmering liquid
is all the joy in the world

cubicle farm

May 5, 2009

little boxes
held in buildings
growing people
bent on working
at the speed of thought
nothing’s impossible
to us
the gods of the universe


May 4, 2009

Flame that doesn’t burn
Knife that cuts only memories
Tears must etch so deep