Introduction to the CityEarth has been buried alive;entombed in cement.And she is desperatelyplotting escape.
PotentialIt will never be the same, will it?Those clear Autumn nightshave detached themselvesand floated from all that is constant.Orange and brown leavescrushed beneath our feet--our warm breath still tremblingoff of each other's faces:ever suspended.And sometimes I longfor that young womanwho lived for you:a piece of my self lost;slipped between the accidentalbrushing of our hands.Pining to reemerge.Within lives the "could have been"more real than truth.
June GirlThe June girl wheels in on mischief-trouble's bicycle;seal eyes are wantingto leave dark charcoal in stubborn hair,branded onto her lungs.She waits by mute guitarsto catch hope in a pillowslipas it floats by on a wind,and whisper her desires through keyholes;they have gathered dustunder the rug.Pencil-tipped fingers grasp at peace,and don't shrink from those who dare to laugh.Searching deep for the rebeland finding there is none:only hummingbird jarsskipping on velvet clouds.
The Perfect EscapeVanish into an ink cloud;enveloped in curling dropletsthat swirlin liquid atmosphere:the perfect escape
Love NotesYour melody has infected my core,filled mewith the very rhythmof your heart;and has left me swaying,swooning,and dumb--playing the scale up and down,searching for love notes,and longing to danceto the music of your soul--every sweet harmonyand bitter dissonance.Then I will leave,and never speak a word;please,just play it for me.
SaltDive off the salted rim of a galleonto tangle yourself within crested wavesthat trap youand bear you forthat the same time;moments that make all spacesequal to a heartbreakand its cureis alive in bending water-the drunken enclosureof Earth's womb.8-31-08
OpportunityOpportunity is sleepingbeneath the skin of the water,cradled in a shell dish,silently-like cold fingersspinning strings of ink.Wait for itin the spaces betweenthe whoosh and whurrof a calmed breath.8-31-08
Boney FishBoney fish glidethrough tea-water,developing violet wings-and rise beneathpearls of amber droplets,glowing from cherry trees;a secret that dreamers keep.8-30-08