Threaded to the Bottom

25 09 2010

Unraveled red string
threads itself
into a knot
resting on riverbank’s edge.

From rock,
strand of fiber falls
into river.

Dye runs
into ripples
surfing the surface-
pool of crimson.

Floating limb
leaves Shore
and joins
the journey of the Color
till it splashes against
the ocean’s blue dust.

Salty decay
of desire,
your limb,
a hammer upon my depths.

A death of Color.
Sinking to darkness
of horror amidst crushed cans,
until a resurrection
of evaporation
lifts essence into air.


We, the Illogical Flamingo

25 09 2010

Tiny typed sentences
lie flat and broken in space
on white sheet.
Spoken, same words
pretend to dance

as an illiterate flamingo
flees into the desert
searching for water.

We too fling ourselves into
soul traffic
searching for breath.

Loss of logic
causes fragments
like fried but forgotten
stinky little chicken feet.

Attraction: Splintered See Saw or a Deluge?

25 09 2010

Appearance like shadows on the skin shed leaving traces of beauty behind as memories. Between wooden panels, beads of sweat communicate awe and ask for acceptance. Admirers admit attraction. What is the basis for such confessions? Desire? Validation? An initiation of communication? As relationships see saw between comfort, love, and acceptance, attraction continues its chase between groin and heart. It binds and ties together mysterious souls till the boards of the body bend or crack. Willing emotion flows surrounding us—asking us to define our paths with each other. Seeped in the heart’s tea, reason absorbs the desire of the body. If we soaked our heart in reason what would become of us?

Attraction to others contains neutral implications to our current relationships. Experiencing this beyond our partner/partners may indicate a certain desired trait is lacking or it may remind us of what we so lovingly desire of our current partner. Feelings are not ponds or lakes bonded by societal levees instead they move beyond over and under the landscape of our lives. They are our deluge– unearthing the seed of our earthly selves speaking to how we can creatively save us. Reason nails us to a splintered existence. Too often we become dry and airy devoid of humidity blowing too easily towards the nearest bar.