a thousand miles of silence

started with one step
over an edge --
never retraced

quiet, too exquisite
to leave behind
and return to cacophony's fray

still live in noise,
but silence is here --
a trusted friend who offers refuge

from helter-skelter of the street
outside the door --
never-ending it seems

cars going, people yelling, occasional gunshots
dogs barking, cat-fights at night
want to turn down the volume

days later

days later they
found me.

I said I
would never
do it
again,
but I get
to edit.

the staff
of life is not
bread,
it is fear,

but I
get
to edit,

my
dear.

long time

wind knocks my windows
pleasing rattle in time
tickling syncopated thoughts
flaunting flirtatiously in
synaptic space

following daisy chain
melodies --
playing while cat
cleans its paws

Siamese voice refrains
guttural without question
asking none

but scratch just behind the
ears

Earth meets sunlight once
again
thing called a new day
begins its tick away tempo

metronome flurry
sound quails at immensity
of it all

FADED BLUE JEANS (UNION JACK MAIDEN)

Union Jack Maiden,
Have your jeans now started fadin',
Are they fadin'?
Colors and hues:
Are they still the same old blues-
Are those jadin'?
Does your heart feel just the same-
Are we playin' the same game-
Are we playin'?

TRIPLE-TWO-THREE-ONE-OH

We take long walks quite regular,
We sit around and chat-
But, since you boys are dying to know,
There ain’t nothing lovey-dovey
You know, we’re really not like that!
(But that girl is mighty good for my ego…)

And then, that night for all confessions:
I am- you are- the only one…
Did you know “Blue Jeans” were tailor made for you?
And, you seemed so sure
When you said you loved me more
And more and more than anyone before…

Look into my ocean eyes
Of blue and green surprise
Then you will dance your own dance
And someone new you will find

A dance filled with passion
Which will lead to the place
Where it seems
That heaven and hell collide

Let go of your senses and ride the waves
I see your heart as a darkened cave
Open your mind and forget the past
Take the pain throwing it away at last

Quench your thirst
With the waters of satisfaction
It is found
In the soul of perfect attraction

clove magic

flower of clove
essence of orange
mingling esters in
ether's province

begets a boon
of
boundless olfactory

crisp as flowering
orange blossom's scent
in humid
southern nights

made crisper from
exotica of myrtle's
clove magic

Szygium aromaticum and
Citrus sinensis

one sniff
mind's eye entertains
new horizons

where hate cannot
exist.

vcp

30 December 2010

CHRISTMAS MORNING

Train is slow,
Day is dawning-
Feeling low,
Can't stop yawning-
Four o'clock,
And I'm still up:
Christmas morning...

Dark ringed eyes,
Didn't sleep now-
Quick good-byes,
I could weep now-
God, it's cold!
And I'm told
It's Christmas morning...
.
.
.
.

Finger tips etching grooves into the earth’s crust,
I’m clinging , precariously,
Frantic struggling, against the abyss.

I’m an enigma,
Descending into ambiguity.
Clutching at sanity.

Mistrust of reality,
Crushed under its gravity.
Grinding me into dust.

Cataclysmic hush,
As my world, rolls in on itself.
Leaving a husk of my former self.

Be still, be quiet,
In a holding pattern.
Inertia creeping.

I’m ineffectual ,
Off the radar.
I’m in stasis.

ALMOST "49": AN APOLOGY

You dropped them in their tracks,
Hit them harder than an axe,
Now I realize you did that without tryin'...
It was far, far too late
To save the fallen 48,
But I could stop becomin' "49"!
Oh, I'd hate to be your number "49"...