neuraldelirium

Juxtapositions of words

Disappearing from Nowhere

Remember That Summer?

Injecting Explosions

The Oak Leaves

I Saw my Name on It

Eraserpoem I made by erasing words from Mark Strand’s poem “The Mysterious Arrival of an Unusual Letter” 

AMinus

That Obscure Desire of Resignation

Obscure

Tips

 

They run over every surface

trace all kinds of shapes

and though

tempted by sharp and pointy edges

they resist

and instead

they dive deep down

in the soft, white heaps of flour

dig into fine, warm fur

linger for a second or two

in sweet, sticky droplets

of spilled wine

emerge

in splashes of cold water

and slip

on bars of lemon scented soap.

They slide

inside pockets

to fidget with ice cold keys

rub apart crumbled receipts

and tap dance on tabletops.

But after switching off the lights

they travel

back in

time

to caress with dark air

the shivering, warm skin

now displayed and contained

behind stained glass walls

cut by diamond razor tongues

and firm, friendly handshakes.

Interstellar

Each moment

has a space before

its own

space.

These spaces

occupy most of a life

but we don’t

pay attention to them

our focus

blinded by itself

like in a photograph

where

all that matters is the cake

with bright, pink frosting:

everything in the background

is blurred out

into the kind of nothing

where

moving bodies become irrelevant.

These spaces

aren’t empty

aren’t like the ones

you’re reading

between the lines

aren’t here now

aren’t ours

aren’t anything

aren’t nothing.

They exist

in exits

in transits

in between

your hand reaching

and its reflection

appearing as a shadow

on the wall

behind you

as you

touch

me.

 

Isn’t it?

Isn't it