shadows are the ghosts of rainbows (20170201)

stand in one spot long enough
and you can watch
the passage of time
the shadow spinning
around the trunk of a tree
like a slow drunk
but what substance, shadow
what substance

only this
–the chill of stepping into you,
–the graying of colors,
–the long dead dust of the sun
settling on your shoulders
and drying you out

Poem 20150214

if the stars could sing
would they have voices
like angels feeding the furnaces of
both heaven and hell
or fairies lulling fools into
centuries long sleep
or sirens drawing men
to rocky deaths
or mothers learning to sing lullabies
to quiet irritable children
or the coarse voices of ravens
who cover their words with raucous laughter
but whisper as you pass under their shadows
there are shadows that await you yet

i will tell you a true story

it is for the best
that human ears cannot comprehend
that celestial orchestra
they keep everyone guessing
while they burn themselves to death
in the past
millions and billions of light years away
and their songs
are what you would expect
attendant upon an immolation

Poem 20150125

when i walk outside
the sky is black and filled with stars
and a milky sliver of moon
the dog runs ahead
and finds a corner of the yard
he digs the soft earth
i tell him to stop, but
he doesn’t take orders
from me
i am not the boss of him
he flops down into the small hollow
he has made

it’s then that i notice
the wooden fence
that divides my backyard
from my neighbor’s backyard
is missing
there is a track in the soft earth
a line
to indicate where it once was
but no barrier between me
and the unkempt yard

the dog looks on
sees the neighbor’s min pin
in a chain link dog run
but makes no sound
acting as if the fence is there
and impassible

the entirety of the fence is gone
and I can see into the cul-de-sac beyond
at the dark street barely illuminated by lamps
and the darker still homes
without any lights on
their inhabitants asleep
or hiding
from this lack of fences

you’re standing there
just on the other side of the line
skin luminous and white
like the moon
hair dark and flowing
like shadows cast by clouds
covering the moon
and i reach out
and our fingertips

and the dog scratches his ear