You Know Where You Went Wrong (Eulogy for Hedonists)

he kept them
all at arms length

just far enough away
to be disconnected
but close enough
to touch.

maybe it feels good
to be free,
no existential guilt,
for a small fee.
no level too low,
or place your soul can go
swallow the sword
but gag on the hilt.

like trying to graft a sapling
on to a burned out tree,
praying for light while
feeding disease.

the match snuffs out
like a rockets flare
failing in
our atmosphere.

The Iced Blog Commeth

I just couldn't let it go another day without posting something-it had been almost a month and that is quite far enough. Its a photo comp using lights-and though that is nothing new, this time around I wanted to incorporate motion in a way I haven't for some time. The results, which I will post over the coming weeks are interesting but sort of different for me.

check it out!

Crescents On the Edge of Deserts

desert gasses
rise and
meet the
burgeoning sky,
blue glass, light
heat
trapped in
new mexican winters
sweep the
heartfelt heroes
landing with icy fingered
hands, sanded down
blown flat
and clear...

What color is the space
between what is
and what will never be?
There arn't enough blues
to grace these
places
for all the cerulean
and eggshell
clouds
for all the worlds
cocoa and bittersweet
vapor trails
dithered and diffident
from a high, high place
grasped and swirled
around the vortex
of earth, its guilty
faint breath the
cast off smoke
of dead centuries
in and out
of the starlight
across gridded and golden planes
stratified by diamond hunters
in veins of vanilla lightning
streaking overground brown
earthen reminders, untoward
endless angles on
the dark arcane...

atmospherics divine
oceans from the gas of time
carve waves into halves
and deftly blinded
in the arid nights