mount the video

at the outset there was only one footstep,
a hair’s breadth, between my self and yours
but then there were ten, then twenty, then more
and your face disappeared behind doors
i could not enter

here, now, i play a good game of make-believe
i wear your clothing as if it were your skin
i plumb its depths for you and your scent
without perhaps knowing exactly where you went
when you went there without me

Dead lands

Hey now
It’s okay
Don’t go feeling bad
about the coldness
of a message.
it’s a barren wasteland
of a medium,
a goddamn siberia of syllables.
it wasn’t your eternal winter
nor the explosiveness of your chernobyl
that put the chill in my bones
i’ve been frozen for seasons
my breath comes in bursts.
i stand in tunnels
and wave at riderless trains.
So hey now,
it’s okay
don’t go feeling bad.
There was nobody here anyway.

the last frontier

when the pioneers forded
the mississippi,
ankles wet and
skirts dipped in
chocolate mud,
they were yearning
for land
for freedom
for home
and the muck
sucked their shoes
and the sludge
nudged their shins
and the mire
tired their souls.
O, to give in!

i endure on the banks
of that old man river,
ankles dry and
skirts rustling in
barren air,
and i lust
for exposure
for plain talk
for home
and the drafts
grasp my hands
and the winds
skim my neck
and the skies
prize my secrets out.
O, to give in!

excerpt from second novel

I went back to the second novel today (because, frankly, it deserved some attention) and thought I’d share just a small piece from one of the initial chapters.

“Events are made for distracting us from the emptiness that we are incapable of facing. Whenever the vastness of solitude increases to the point of perceptibility, a major life event comes along as if to save us from ourselves. Birth and the entry into adolescence do not count among these events as we have yet to develop the natural sense of discontent that festers within the soul of man; everything afterward is a distractor. Loneliness is the one question on the multiple choice test that we can’t help but stare at – wondering if we’ve chosen the correct answer but never being absolutely sure.”