Monday, February 23, 2009


Everything already seems antiquated, computers look like difference engines, jumbo jets like bi-planes, space craft like log rafts. Call centres are like chimneys, funneling black smoke into the skies, the smog of industry, the cogs of the world as industrial as ever, still fresh from the furness, sparks fly from the anvil, set fire to the touch paper of kind and snuffed out by the wind, blown toxic with the oposit of ideas, whistling across the crust, drying out into the cracks of a desert, baked in the suns photons, particles so fast and from so far that we can see the past, every day up to the billions, the infinity of physics the anums of science. Tomorrows light may be the last. Todays possibilities are endless and ending, futile and irrelevant to every form of measure, brain physics, the smallest you can imagine, infinate in it divisible proportion, as vast as the skies and as deep as the darkness of space, around us and inside, above us and below, circling in function demistified by sense, common like the sea, the fusion of ideas, the next billion years, a state not form too me.

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Tide Lines

I stood on top of a mountain
Sore shoulders and aching feet
Eyes wide and filled with sky
A vision of the past hung from the clouds
Scattered like rocks from a shoreline
Ripples cascading into on another
Even mountains can move in water
I could see the past and the future
The hope and dispare
I could hear a promise
We live in the valleys

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Perfect While Falling

I think the snow has brought me back
A cold compress on swollen facts
A white page with lines in black
A blank stage, walked boards and cracks
A cold sign gives a half fact
A stalked future in paper hats

Monday, February 02, 2009

A Beautiful Sunset

I need something to breath
Something to cut through the heat
Because I have come to rely on love

And it's leaving me undressed
Cut down in the wake of an actress
Boiled in the heat of a sunset
I have become heart less

I can not take the time to listen to what I've felt
Distractions are fine
But they are forcing me to melt down inside
The chalise of our love
The sweetness of our love
Purified by the heat of the sunset
On the street when we last met
I have been caught on fire

Listen to me
There is nothing to speak of...