Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Day Beast

The day beast spread itself heavy in the air
to graze on the slow heartbeat of night
with splintered orange teeth. The day beast who

Opens and closes all things on earth,
flays the edge of dark, and rubs us dry
between careless fingers. 

Nothing natural happens without him,
nothing that wasn’t already exiled from heaven
like a used moment. 

We are painfully naked surfaces who,
under no alternative, survive the puzzle
of our fading brilliance. 

Monday, April 16, 2012

Futility


The sun rise faces west -
A giant flash-bulb that never ceases
forces me to turn with his direction.
I cannot face my future as he does;
I cannot strand my eyes on nothing.
Nothing the way darkness is nothing,
the way it feels opaque and intrusive.
How do you answer silence?
A boy dives into placid water
ripples burn to the edge in tiny gasps;
these are the sound I make at night.
desperate noise filled to the eyes
with a need to know futility
had its rightful place.