Poem 20150219

there is something about the setting sun
that drives you to stare at the horizon
pink and orange with simmering clouds
the scattered light like musical chords
you cannot hear with human ears
listen! you would do well to examine your pores
rather than stare at stars, neighbor or not

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