Posts Tagged ‘Silence’

I
I love you most
when you are sleeping
and around the corner
I am peeping,
shadow in the box of light
that falls from the living room;
I hear the rain is coming soon
from the whish of the wind
‘round the corner of the front porch
lifting the edges of your hair
while you sleep tight.

II
time alone, quiet and silent
a peaceful drizzle outside
and a long nap under my belt
is good for a busy soul,
bustling with errands:
remember the value of free time,
lazy time: laziness is an
art form that can be productive
in its own sense — money
is not everything.

III
the Elves are gone.
it is the Age of Man;
can we continue
pointing arrows
at everyone
until there is
nothing left?

Count to Ten Slowly

Posted: December 24, 1993 in Poetry
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I am all alone with the drip of a faucet
in the next room, the kitchen,
making flat high pitched noises
in the silence of midnight.

I embark upon a poem,
thinking about my future.

There’s no one here
in town;
I’m still college-bound
because of my set of friends.

My parents are moving
farther and farther away;
in distance and in age,
and I’m no longer laboring
under any guise of golden adolescence.

on my driveway in Point Loma,
smoking 3 cigarettes,
I thought it was my cat Ferguson
cracking bird-bones at four in the morning,
but the white and grey patchy creature
was a shiny eyed opossum,
who moved off as fast as it could
back down the sidewalk
after discovering its way back to its lair
in the college leaf-lined drainpipes
was guarded by a flannel-skinned human.
insomnia can be a great thing
when the TV isn’t running any Godzilla movies
or Kung-Fu Theater;
then the silence outside, the cool air
can be heard straining to beckon
with no mouth, no gestures,
just an often overlooked phenomenon.
some will travel huge distances
to find beauty in waterfalls and vistas
that are easy to pretend that no one else has seen,
yet the early morning hours of solitude
and a token nightlighting of vapor lamps on telephone poles
is the hush of the spectacular
that not many appreciate,
right outside their heavy-lidded windows.

Packing Tape

Posted: July 10, 1991 in Poetry
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I saw the smartest man go blind with intuition.
Snow muffles the deads’ empty warnings.
The balm of drugs fills my head with packing tape.
Everyone wants to forget their surgery.
My gift itches and aches to be unraveled.
Pounding drums with homeless sharks at night.
I watch it all crash down in mutinous silence.
I think while no one is looking at me.

fade to black

Posted: June 21, 1991 in Poetry
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the silence
is frightening
to my eyes.
one moment
of starry life
to flare
and die
like a gunshot.
I fall down.
I fail you all.
but
I
leave
you
this.