Evidence

I think I told you once
About clouds and music
Floating lines and forms
and all the sounds they make

When I watch the sky
I remember those snippets
and the paragraph conversations
That pop up

and we pass that between us
like a pipe or an offering
To appease those murmmers

The quiet things I never say
That always come out
In glances and movements
prove it

dm
5/20/2009

Into the ocean

wordlessly into the dark
and blue black lightless lamps
shark eyed motionless
movement

slow and relentless
pushing through
apparitioned out of streaky, slashed
green blue

echo, echo, echo
infinite circle

dm
5/20/2009

Language (v.2)

so much is said
by a cold kitchen floor
and the quiet late light
on a stainless sink

just in the other room
or a thousand miles away

like finding a lover's letter
or the change in your voice
as you look away
and I run headlong
into heartbreak's arms
and the end of salad days

another fresh pile of aluminum cans
and cigarette butts.

dm
5/20/2009

Pulling back (v.2)

just a bit at a time
from an elbows bend
or a sore shoulder

any little excuse
to smudge in some distance
add to the negative space between us

finding old love letters
ramblings of desperate perverted prophets
who make you feel like I never can
interrupted by an electronic break

II.

alien in your eyes
different and separate
and always alone

objectified me
posing, placed just so
naked and apart
erased into something that looks
like me
kept and faceless

watching you slowly disappear
a point in the distance
started in bed
and spiraling into infinity

dm
5/20/2009

Pulling back

just a bit at a time
from an elbows bend
or a sore shoulder

any little excuse
to smudge some distance
or add to the negative space between us

old love letters
ramblings of desperate perverted prophets
who make you feel like I never can
and an electronic break up

alien in your eyes
different and separate
and always alone

objectified me
posing, placed just so
naked and apart
erased into something that looks
like me
kept and faceless

watching you slowly disappear
a point in the distance
started in bed
and spiraling into infinity

dm
5/15/2009

Language

so much is said
by a cold kitchen floor
and the quiet late light
on a stainless sink

just in the other room
or a thousand miles away

like finding a lover's letter
or the change in your voice
as you look away
and I run headlong
into heartbreak's arms
seeing the end of salad days

and another fresh pile of aluminum cans
and cigarette butts.

dm
5/15/2009

Language

Fails
and breaks down
in the wordless dark
empty between us

a rolled turn
head away
watching you disappear

dm
5/15/2009