Tuesday, April 21, 2009

memory

parallel to the everyday
a constant slideshow 
of past afternoons 
of rainy windows elsewhere
of a well being now floating directionless

of smells
of a small kitchen
of a sense of belonging
of little pains 
of big questions

a constant movie
playing in the background of my thoughts
of instants 
long
short
important

now lost


Monday, April 06, 2009

last resort

when all that is left
is a vague hope 
that words will curate memory and imagination

when metaphors are the only passage
to sense 
to acceptance

when love and beauty
retreat into disbelief 

yes...
poetry is the last resort

Saturday, April 04, 2009

ships

with all they brought
and all I kept inside them

friend-ship
companion-ship

sink