you remind me of Lightning

I know your brand of anger:
I recognize the shell of quietness
shielding circuits of complexity beneath.
I sense the electric backdrop trying
to provoke out of you another
spectacular release.

I know how the madness beckons,
darkness’ beacons underneath the resolve.
Cancerous desperation -
sprinting through the mazes of fate
of a broken world yearning
to break you, too.

The cold blade on the skin brings solace,
I know you know this.

I know how you find the silence so eloquent,
her fluency in the language of your soul
demands that you fall in love with her.

But listen: I love you more.
I know you better.
I fell for you first.



2010.sep.01

6

take a deep breath. this is
a six-year plunge, this is
star-struck and stupid, this is
the color of cowardice.

save your breath. this is
a vote for ignorance, this is
a concession to deceit, this is
the color of corpses.

hold your breath. may there be
air at the seventh, but this is
star-struck and stupid, this is
yellow.


2010.may.11

the brink

am i possible
rising into your world
inspiring new contradictions
saving you from boredom
bystander to your stardom;
could i be possible?
skimming across your horizon
moving with your motions
eye to eye with your demons;
make me possible
immortal in your memory
saving you to save me.


2010.mar.12

the ankh and the eye of horus

some time after the end of the worlds,
i imagine i will be alone at the last station of the universe,
watching the broken road ahead and waiting for you.

i imagine light to have started failing by then,
its senile luminescence defiantly in denial,
at times it will seem to recover but only slightly,
as if dreaming of echoes of the old days,
but we will not be fooled, you and i.

gravity will be an afterthought by then,
i imagine pieces of the face of this earth
holding on, onto dead roots of forgotten trees,
locked onto a quiet battle with bloated moons
and their mad craters beckoning.

some time earlier, the last of living things
would have been with me and waiting, and one by one
they would have went away with you to your castle.
at some point, i imagine your dark, gentle eyes found mine,
but it's as if you knew of my heart's desire,
that i would like to be last to know your embrace.
it's as if you always knew, and with the slightest nod
your quiet procession came away with someone else,
and you would have obliged me and left me for last.

i imagine you to smile, when you return
and find me by my lonesome.
i imagine your lips taking its time stretching out
its dark gloss across your pale face, softly.

i imagine you to say my true name,
and it's as if you have never spoken my name before,
yet have always known it from the beginning,
and from the beginning you have been dreaming forever
to let its handful syllables make love to your tongue,
and other parts of your mouth, their sound exploding
in a climax in your ears, and in the echoes,
of this empty shell of a universe around us.

by now, i imagine us wedging the smallest of eternities between
each moment and the next, as we savor this, you and i.

an eternity between you reaching out for me,
and my hands finding yours,
a subsequent eternity for each of my fingertips
to tap your nightsky-painted fingernails.

an eternity between our palms pressing,
and my breast resting upon yours.

eternities between each of my last breaths
and each of my last heartbeats finding a home in your memories.

i imagine us, and the worlds, the universe, falling forward,
getting smaller by small eternities,
melding us into one dust speck into your black garments,
melting us further from the dying light.

and, out of the blackness that is you and i and everything,
i can almost feel an italicized "fin",
in all of its Latin arrogance and white omnipotency,
unravel out of my back

like angel wings.



2010.jan.12