time passes

when days pass,
     and time, when
hours pass, the
     minutes or
moments build
     impermanent monuments
to motionless
     thought.
when days pass,
     will we re
cognize the
     shadow of
hands striking
     a faceless
hourglass, starved
     of sand?

time is not
     in motion.
space is not
     measured.
each breath
     breaks like
waves spanning
     all shores,
rippling here
     to eternity.
i am only
     a wave,
only a brief
     glimpse of a
vast sea, busy
     rearranging
this drifting wood
     seeking repose
upon salted shores
     shelled with sadness.

i do not re
     member which
way the light
     falls. my
eyes turn in
     blindness, meaning
takes on less,
     light is dark
or the moon fell
     to earth and
everything i know
     has turned
to memory,
     reliving itself
through these
     somber eyes.

all i know is,
     i have been
here before. i
     have been this
subdued flesh.
     no one remembers.   

i am dog

abandoned eyes,
melancholy
those eyes
of hopeful sadness.
such a delicate
girl
in your simple
pleasure.
you yearn
for forests
of unabated freedom.
content as
a sunlit porch.

we were in
love, you
and me, we
had a good run.
though,
in the end
i was not
good enough, i
could not
protect or
keep you; what
little i have
to offer
amounted
to nothing.

so it goes. chained
to a trailer
on wheels
going nowhere.
this poverty that
splits us, takes
us apart.

this world
is no place for us.
love cannot
prevent time
from passing. it
is no defense
against the wind,
changeable.

not a day
passes
where i do
not remember you,
missing you.
your wistful eyes
bear witness
to my soul.
we share this
sad passage. 

love, fuck you

love.
fuck you.
why the selfish?
why. when
i of you
give, so so
little, un
satisfying, un
full
    filling?
you live
elsewhere, but
when here, i
un     satiate.
today grace
is kissed, tomorrow
my lips
are sealed,
bereft.

love.
i hate
your masquerading
politics, dis
satisfaction, fickle
speech.
love.
i am
not enough?
my worth,
your terms.
me, square in
your round. un
fit.

love.
fuck you.
sometimes.
as now, when
things dry up&life
is f{r}iction.
you cover
me. my
garden feeds
none. but passing
birds.

me, this stone
floating. you,
the sea i sink in
too. i cannot
breathe under
water.

world

what a sorrowful world.
such a horrible
and happy place.
beauty astounds,
hearts corrupt.
the endless wars,
tragedies of love; wars
against love.
love in the face of wars.

bear witness to the cherry blossom!
an amphibian that sings!
fools that crow.
professing love, or
learning lies.

oh, this sea beside me,
graveyard of the drowned.
why sink
with these tears and
rise to shape clouds
that fall as hearts do
when in love, raining?
what torture!
what unbearable joy!

one gets lost in this place.
pilgrim panhandles
for affection.

oh world,
oh
world.

love thing

hello does not last.
good bye drags
        on.
i love you misleads,
an inevitable mis
                             fortune.
no doubt, love is forever.
it feeds or stays, long like
                                            thorns.

my tenderness is facile.
i marvel at the rose, its
                                 thorns
are my shred body,
bleeding in me, sinking in
                                      to me.

perhaps my blood fertilizes,
feeds this love thing,
        carnivorous.

small towns

truth?:
i cannot
love. clumsy
or
selfish, embroiled.
there is
my own
delicate wind.
wave of misfortune.
why then can
i never return
where I was:
innocent countries,
carefree years, hopeful;
when love was
not fearful?
i, here, sea-
borne, calcifying
stale roots
grown. i am
becoming
my own coffin.

forget my name.
indifferent eyes
behold me,
releasing me to
my solitude.
such are small towns.
i came here
to be forgotten.