Daily Archives: November 16, 2012

“He’s Doubted”

“He’s Doubted”

He’s doubted little but that he’s weaned
His years of all his weeds of apathy; his reticence,
But the lofty presage of an onslaught of age and common sense.
Few could guess, of course. These calendars, the cauterized intentions
of his childhood all but gone and save for the rising of occasional dreams
In time might well have coupled with fear but then he’s met himself
And finds the chance encounter with the chasm oddly pleasant. He’s elevated loneliness–a badge of honour in youth–an essence
Among the many rites to be stacked and neatly catalogued on the shelf,
And finding no lasting nights, no respite sealed, revealed prayer’s the thing
Retained between the shadows, stale, perhaps, at times like flowers
Pressed between a fatuous journal’s soulless leaves, their natural powers
Collapsed within a hidden room where only sunbeams and dust-bunnies sing
Everywhere but in the rain. Banalities whisper endlessly; his axioms, hesitation,
There between the beads; his metered patience dwells to the side of resignation.

“I Saw a Shooting Star”

“I Saw a Shooting Star”

I saw a shooting star the other night, a nocturnal flaw,
To think on and what it means to me, or someone
Close to me, or for the fleeting moment come
Between the present and some cosmic rune or clause
That satisfies a need to see, a momentary lifting, yes, eyes
Fixed heavenward in a world so earthbound
Whose limpid days fly by with nothing found
So easily as the press between the mercury’s lies
And all that we despise and back again, a thread,
A brisk and tightened cord spun from this end of hell to that                                  With pleasures so easily abandoned, actions flat
Against a wind so wholly contrived that pleases dread,
And leaves sustained even the velvets of remorse so very close to bored;
And as I paused, I smiled, and hoped for nothing more.