the lights begin like christmas
reds blues greens
but soon enough
become misty ghosts
floating in great oceans of black
that swallow the ground
lone fires dot the silent sea
and the horizon burns
while the voices
roar
themselves waves
rolling in tar
drowning flames
Tag: flight
voices in flight (20170515)
consider the old saying
that every time a bell rings
an angel gets its wings
and think of all the times
you have heard a cash register chime
or the wall street stock exchange
or a fire alarm
or the low slow clangs of cowbells
as they are led to the slaughterhouse
what the hell are those angels making
their feathers out of
misery, greed, blood and fire?
i have always preferred birdsong
an earthly tune to be sure
unfettered yet surrounded by sky
even if it is all about territory
and sexual conquest
and where the best worms are
Poem 20150916
if there were a kiss
that you could kiss
and never stop
lips pressing against
one another
melting into one another
merging
there would be no need to breathe
becoming each other’s breath
your skin would become feathers
and locked together
you would soar
Poem 20150831
we hollow them out
the insides of bones
the insides
where the marrow sits
we hollow them out
we dig with our fingers
through the hollow channels
of our bones
whatever it is
that sits in our bones
whatever it is
the fills the bones up
before we hollow them out
we scoop it out
and make them hollow
using drills made for brownies
and pixies
we honeycomb our hollow bones
and make them lighter
getting rid of–
making ourselves lighter
making ourselves light
and we fly
and we
Words and Feathers 