young velvet window
your open voice
she only remembers
the secret glass question
we celebrate, explore, embrace.
porcelain sister
our slow rhythm
haunts the night long.
soft prisoner
this present peace.
~ magnetic poetry (myspace app), 9/10/08
Showing posts with label environments. Show all posts
Showing posts with label environments. Show all posts
Friday, September 12, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
Loco-Motif
I.
as the air...
a graceful flower of sustenance
filled with the spring of youth
morning's fresh cut grass
breathing traces of the damp night
lingering around my shoulders
haunting me with her presence
II.
lulling railroad lullabies
sing one name
over and over and over the miles
I begin to recognize its whisper
there, just beneath the chatter.
at first
my self-congratulatory ego
heard my blighted name
"Call me to the journey
to the rail's seductive whistle"
No...it is something more beautiful
simple and
destined to twist my future perceptions
of sound:
a mantra, litany, confessional
temptation of light.
again
and again
I taste your coaxing name in my ears.
III.
Return.
~ 7/1/96 en route to NYC on the train
as the air...
a graceful flower of sustenance
filled with the spring of youth
morning's fresh cut grass
breathing traces of the damp night
lingering around my shoulders
haunting me with her presence
II.
lulling railroad lullabies
sing one name
over and over and over the miles
I begin to recognize its whisper
there, just beneath the chatter.
at first
my self-congratulatory ego
heard my blighted name
"Call me to the journey
to the rail's seductive whistle"
No...it is something more beautiful
simple and
destined to twist my future perceptions
of sound:
a mantra, litany, confessional
temptation of light.
again
and again
I taste your coaxing name in my ears.
III.
Return.
~ 7/1/96 en route to NYC on the train
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