The Guest Room

I like to start fires.

tonight

followed through the moment
i've captured a ten-minute phrase
and where was the door?
i can't remember when
influencial baggage - it's raining
and i see the smile
it's been a while
how well the fire blends to the night
and to the water
and wind chimes from seemingly nowhere close
but there is no close...fools

so this is where time decided to land...and i think i've lost my number, can i borrow yours... for all that it's worth, every day is tomorrow...and every tomorrow will soon be a today...and every therefore there is no real difference between tomorrow and yesterday...and i hope by now you know that time does not exist

poem 2: stone: 11-23-99
unbroken tears
like the blood of a thousand years
picture perfect sky
your face an ever-perfect lie
i swear to you
no promise i will ever make be broken
portrait of the sun
take my soul as your token

broken stone
unbroken - the nerve to land alone
collapsed ecstasy
fall dusty grey of corner shelfs and me
void to my demise
much to my surprise
a portrait of the sun at your palm
unbroken to it all

poem: sunset: 12-6-99
branches moving calmly on the trees
nonchalant as early breeze
placid glare of evening's sun
harmoniously breaking to the seas

your voice a shadow on my soul
the shadow of day as the light descends
your face a whisper to my heart
as common earth the night befriends