3/22/06

"I have paraded as a poet for years now. In the process of parading I may have actually become one, but that's another story, another book."

time remains the flame
to which i explain
how the wind and rain became
the waves of eternity's brain

co-dead language reads what i see
reverbs burn and turn concerned
of vernaculars manslaughter
mans daughter taught her
how to read smiles in similes
and mysteries of light
your wind beneath my wings
propels other things such as kites

why is it we call the sun bright?
moon beams sing
reflected off tear drops of amethyst rocks
cocked glock propels vocal artilery
shot at me for merely speaking of eternity
how long til we reach infinity?

with each minute we come closer to one