Wednesday, March 23, 2011

invasion

you and your city fell around me while i slept.
i woke up to find you replaced her and the world
she built around me.

your roads stretch from where i stand,
the perfect cuts of stone piled upon perfect cuts of stones
parry a glimmer out of the morning light,
out of a familiar sun i am sure i have never seen before.

all your constructs synch into a scripted ballet of physics,
and it is unlike the mad and random flailing i remember.
all your constructs hum together a calculated mathematical heartbeat,
and it is unlike the chaos of prose and poetry i remember.

it is the sound that betrays the difference best:
the blaring echoes against concrete and hardwood and glass and steel
ring hollow against the memory of the strings of whispers
she once blew into my mouth.

but why do i look like each passerby one way or another,
and somehow i know your languages?
somehow a few of you know me and blatantly spit greetings.
somehow your scents and your sights all beg for my admission,
that they are familiar,
that they are mine,
that they are all i ever had,
but i shall not be deceived.

you are all aliens and you do not know you failed to steal from me
the memory of my love.



2011.mar.23

Thursday, March 17, 2011

tremor and tide

the last perfect circle i ever saw
was a single drop of my blood on the snow
that buried you today.

crimson circle on endless white ocean of flakes,
you'd understand how i could only
think of you.

i died with you today like in all the recent days.

and in my latest dying breath
i remember when titans underneath the world
conspired to crush your breasts,
unwittingly crushing mine
along with yours -

didn't those fools hear
about how I left the million missing
pieces of me with you?

and wasn't the sea the greatest witness
to our soiled bodies and clothes by the shore -
how could she drown us the other day.
how could she drown us like this.

on radiation-laced winds, on radiation-laced rumors,
voices of hope speak of our nightmares.

and i could only hear
a snowflake crack on my shoulder in the wintry fields.

alone in the silent white with you in my vacant arms,
i die to live another day for you.


2011.mar.17