another day being something else

subjective poet 2012Half
the sky
in my laugh
shattered
into myriad
flakes
of clustering
snow

the white
concentrations
like palpitations
of the cloud
coming from
a vaguely symphonic
summit

where they touch
and perish
my drops
of comic
hours

I am a cosmic
view
behind the windows
longing
the cold
touch of something
external

 

 

 

nihilistic poetry

distillation

poetry distillation

the shape of your neck
wrestling with my focus

I could have smiled
and twirled a spoon
in my coffee
to taste the dimensions
of your spiraling
lips

I’ve wondered
how your body
would resist
being against a window
freezing like dew
in the dawn

all that we study
to forget
the longitude
of an instant

laughter
– yours –
dripping
from above
and there is no
sky here

let’s repose
and dissolve
like heat
ripples
from a distance

over
an unfamiliar
path.

nihilistic poetry