Platosphere

January 28, 2012 § 3 Comments

listening to
Crepuscule with Nellie
laying on the couch
and wondering how

the cat managed to
get the feather duster
out from behind the oversized
head of Plato staring
ever upward from his station
on the fireplace mantle

seeing the vanguished bird
in the middle of the floor
I thought
to retrieve it

it can wait
two minutes and
a half I said to the Greek

he did not argue
so I closed my eyes
listened and wondered
if he ever
pounded out philosophy
while wearing
a cool looking hat

a place

January 27, 2012 § Leave a comment

a cold stone floor
for my bare feet
a windowless wall
call this a place
to isolate my reaction
to the day
a hole to lower
myself into
to let my mind
tear at the silence
that has found
refuge here

a simple accidental moment

January 24, 2012 § 2 Comments

it was the kind of thing
that, had I not stopped
and got in close,
something so small
yet so grand
would never
have been noticed
much less given
any thought

a simple accidental moment
offered
so I could
watch the monarch
shifting position
ever so slightly
in order to
partake of nectar
then
lifting away
when done

leaving flecks
of wingdust
nearly microscopic
where she had been
had I not slowed down
that one time
those colors would have
(as I’m sure so much in
lifes spectrum has before)
been lost to me

a spouses glance
a childs laugh
a friends troubles
an apology
a bit of praise
small answers to
big questions, all gone

with little but
the smudged markings
of hectic choice
left behind

a sigh deeper

January 19, 2012 § 3 Comments

a sigh
deeper
a straightening of phrase
behind a wall of crepe
and petal

a hand goes
to cheek
before thoughts of
obligation
forehead after

leaning
on specifics
exhausted

the door at the edge of
the world
has never
been locked

still
it
has yet
to be tried

unfold

January 12, 2012 § 4 Comments

on that slow trajectory
to that plane
where exsists
no distiction
between sleep
and wakefulness
with nothing acting
to shutter the mind
experience is endless there
full spectrum joy
where, when one,
no longer tethered to
freedom stunting half reality,
can be completely
unfolded
finally

debe ser

January 7, 2012 § Leave a comment

debe ser el velo de la
cara de la luna
esta maƱana
que trae a la mente
como debemos imaginar
nosotros mismos
nuestras fachadas
ablandado
misteriosamente brillante

It must be

January 7, 2012 § 5 Comments

It must be
the veil over the
face of the moon
this morning
that brings to mind
how we must imagine
ourselves
our facades
softened
mysteriously bright

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