Parts of You

(Written April 19, 2011, 11:30 pm.)

Do you remember the parts of you
You forgot to take as your hurried out?
I keep them on my window sill,
People often ask what they're all about.

I smile and cringe and smile and say,
They're mine for just these moments few,
You'll be back to claim them any day
To give them to someone new.

Some of me is drowning in wine.
A little of you is still mine.
And the more the wine gets through,
The less I think I have of you.

Sometimes when I'm looking away,
I could swear the sill slowly moves.
And I wonder then if my mind's at play,
And I wonder if some of you disapproves

That I still talk to the tiny slivers
Of you that you left behind,
That I still breathe the slightest shivers
Of things no longer in your mind.

So while some of me drowns in wine,
I know a little of you is still mine.
And I shudder as the wine gets through,
At giving up that little, too.

Silver

(Written April 16, 2011, 4:00 am.)

I want to eat silver,
and chew on a grain of the past.
I want thought to end,
and never to forever last.

I want to bite into dust,
and split every grain.
I want a tactile welcome
into the essence of pain.

I want to consume the air,
so soggy with wet shattered dreams.
I want the nullity of life
to be as dense as it sometimes seems.

I want to swallow beauty,
and fade into a silent tick.
I want a second, a minute, an hour,
and a cruel merciful temporal trick.

I want the light you breathe
to be what I always see.
I want the kiss of your teeth
to be the final stroke of me.

Broken and Swimming

(Written April 16, 2011, 12:30 am.)

broken and swimming
in pieces.
a mind floating passively
to the smoky abyss of the future.
a heart struggling to return
to the shore of the past.
each breath paid for
from a finite resource of bubbles
that rise
to the surface of the present.

broken and swimming
in little pieces.
a void carried along
by the current.
a memory of existence surging,
fighting,
by a fraying thread.
something like desire
trying to discover itself.

broken and swimming
in infinite particles.
the sand and the sea
lost
in each other.