dead pulse

behold
fireworks where
my timid light
should be

a glaring sun
where our gentle moon
should be
hanging

i need you to
remember me

i am still there
where we buried me
still but merely
sleeping

i should be
dead, i am
still but merely
sleeping

behold,
us where
our timid selves
were hesitant but
smiling

indecisive but
smiling

2008.sep.19

lightningale

If ever you sang,
Your song must be my resurrection
That streak of light scarring
the darkness of my soul for a moment;
That distant hum in the horizon breaking
the quiet,
the years when I was dead.

If ever you flew over,
Your wake must be this secret storm
These waves of oceans raging
inside my turbulent soul wanting more;
This hollow feeling of my spirit
driving me after you,
chasing traces of your song in the night sky.

2003.mar.11

quiescent

quiescent, quiescent, i breathed,
ever slowly i wished you were:
quiescent, dead, or dozing,
or other ways where you wouldn't sing,
your stale refrains in the slow,
s l o w ,
torture of me.

silence is magnificent, is good,
i willed for you to know that,
but silence is broken, is raped,
violated when you would sing,
your stale refrains in the slow,
s l o w ,
torture of me.

confinement is good, is magnificent,
were your songs to stay inside your head,
confinement, confinement, i breathed,
ever slowly i wished there was:
some place where you wouldn't sing,
past iron walls and reinforced doors,
your stale refrains in the slow,
s l o w ,
torture of me.

2006.jun.09