housework

Today while on my hands and knees
scrubbing the kitchen floor,

I watched the brush circling clockwise in my left hand while thinking:
I've far too much to offer the world than spending my days
coaxing up dirt from crevices in trivial places.

Then I pushed my weight back slightly to my knees
to slide the brush over to my right hand.

While watching the brush circling counter-clockwise in that hand I realized:
My nihilistic core pushed me down to days
spent kneeling on kitchen floors in the first place.

reincarnation

Today the earth is again my siren,
playing that deafening song to lull me

back home within it's clay, so to recast my bones
with the hopes of molding them into a clean
new

form.

crawl

I couldn't get that image out of my mind...

three spiny claws
clutching pavement
in the black pitch,

dragging its broken bones forward
instinctually. One eye turning
white and complete
upon contact with our lights.

The drivers brain couldn't register
the reality of this tragedy quick enough
as the animal dragged its broken fur
across the asphalt.

Just then the car lifted us slightly,
our tires severing the mangled back half
from the ardently willed front half.

red nails

I never could have imagined when I painted each fingernail bright red two weeks ago for a wedding...
that I'd be taking the festive color off of each nail today for a funeral.

quickness

it all went by so fast
all I could see were blurred lines
now it slows
I catch my breath
and focus my eyes
and see it for the very first time

it was one month ago now - since this little baby underwent surgery
and I thank the powers that be - every moment - that he is still here

right now

love is this fragile little hollow glass ball
that I can only touch and carry with my fingertips
never fully grasping it in the palm of my hand...

where I need it most.

summer

I want to glue the summer days to my skin
so to carry them with me everywhere
for the rest of my days.

it's spring and the animal within me is pulled out of it's dormant slumber,
watching as the green flesh bursts forth from the tips of bark limbed winter beasts...
making me momentarily insane.

all I want to do is sink my teeth softly into flesh and slowly devour all of the beauty.

her vision of the world begins to blur

this is the web coating my vision, a black vein-like substance.

lately the world is much brighter when my eyes are closed.



every time I open them a grey ribbon seeps into my body,
and wraps itself around my soul...constricting it.



and I ask myself: why then, should I bother to open them at all?

try to not

hold onto moments in time.
let them slip gracefully through your fingers
as you walk forward.

maybe if you're lucky
a breeze will come along and gently lift them back up
to swirl languidly before your eyes one last time.