Monday, January 31, 2005

invisible letters

so there is a sense of lone lee ness

a quiet disolve of the brain
a kind of hope less ness

a permanent sad ness



a head ache that just won't go away

a dull roar

a lack of conscious ness

a rope to wrap around one's neck






what is this bitter taste / thick white spit
in my mouth / / i wait to taste you / / but
can't / won't / / /


these memories / plague the mind
with foul thoughts / throat sticks shut


this is the brain with no thought

this is the house of sickness

this is a body that never moves

this is the head of ringing ears











today the sky clears / high cloud

temperature drops to freezing
ah / see i told you january wasn't finished
winter lull / a short break / now let's see
the snow again / today a fresh line halfway
down elephant mountain / / be sure
the cold days are far from over


stars shine bright / white sparkle dots
high black sky / night comes again & hides
not only the day / but the mountains as well

sight is limited to the near by

night makes every thing black / shadow
i'm lost in it now











& the poet writes letters to fill
the day / fill the night with words
the words she wishes to give to you

poet doesn't under stand why the longing
won't go away / why can't i stop loving you
why can't i for get / / night be comes
meaning less / /

























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