I wanted to be near

demarcation of desire,
fire writ and ready.
the embodiment of
nothern waters
the tributaries of youth

memories carried in flesh,
a dream when living hand
to mouth and
always a generous gift

worn and bent, the long
learned silence
dissappoints
and gratitudes whisper
is missed

another time

in the red glow
swim translucent fish
behind closed eyes,
but you don't know me by name

the sun knows the char cloth
of my back as it writes it
sad entreaties
to the silver of my eyes

lost in the ground
waiting for footprints
of the steps I fail to take

containers

1
the blood of silence
coagulates around my bones,
words never said quietly scar.
there is no echo, no souvenir of desire.
how can you fill so much of me
with nothing?


2
I spread my need thin
spider threads cast in a soundless breeze
the diligence of prayer captured
in a small porcelain bowl
the ground bones of the earth
vitrified to contain silence

house of the dying sun

ghosts flee to the shadows remaining as
light bleeds into noise and I fade into shades
of red, redemption fails and the sand of
prayers shuffles under my feet.
Radiance now cold, framed in monotony
by fingers lacking keys, locks only opening
somewhere else.
wires disassociated from terminals,
electrons trapped, meaning has no escape
meaning there is
no escape