Day Three - anna kiss

antonyms for progress

the rigors of slow regrowth
pressing keys forward
with the momentum
of the hollow vacuum of space
its reach
immeasurable
infinitesimal
painfully small
insurmountably obsolete
nothingness divided by reality
and kept empty
by bad habits
and bad dreams

should time decide
it is not for me
to go on clenching fists
in and out
the thrum of nerves
rewiring
may unknit me
may conclude
with the numbness
already writ.

Airport Poem

the cabbie says he knows
what to do

we watch cars careen

twenty minutes flat

the flights' cancelled
and I detect a smile

next flight

delay the day

if you can

wait
but make sense of the
waiting

this is the time
this is the pause

think what you'll say

think what you'll do

write it down

we all move too fast
for our own good.

ksaint

#3 Mary 2009

Overloaded To Do List

Stress and confusion make my head ache
Hoping for better days to come
Dreams and wants add anticipation
Screaming into the night
Noisy thoughts crush my spirit
Spiraling toward tomorrow
Rage fills my soul
Until sleep eases my mind

Three

Lay me out upon the tomb -
let you know that I will see you soon.
Press my ear against the ground -
let you know that I'll see you around.
Touch my body to the stone -
and I can recall your dying moan.
Let my soul fly with the wind -
let the gods above know I have sinned.

Climb up to the mountaintop -
make the world that spins around us stop.
Crawl down to the dusty bin -
let the black musk earth swallow me in.

I'm alone and I am free -
this is just what I was meant to be.
Time around me never stops -
as I stand high on the mountaintop.
Ne'er again to touch the ground -
as my ashes fly around the town.
I've left my mark upon the hill -
And my soul is free and is there still.

#2 Mary 2009

Groundhog Day

There once was a groundhog named Phil
Everyone watched for a thrill
He saw his own shadow
Ran in from the cold snow
Leaving us six more weeks to kill

Spring Preview

(2-2-09)
(New York)

I don't do well writing in the middle
of conversation
I said to the man in the grey scarf
his eyes said
in this city
get used to it

the sun comes thru glass
behind me
warming me till I sweat

today i learned the meaning of Indie rock
and Wi-Fi coffee houses
without poets
or philosophers

just this pretty city picture
of exposed brick
exposed pipes
exposed apples and croissants
exposed

a sound track of covers by these
"indie rockers"
drowns out any
clear thought
till I wish they'd sleep

I become the recorder of a world
that goes by like a
magazine read on
an airplane

pretty pictures
technicolor vision
beside my lipstick stained
coffee cup
while somewhere a groundhog
considers opening his eyes
to the possibility of spring.

ksaint

Two

Sweet Sunshine Boy
With golden hair
The brightest rays
Come sparkling down
A bubble laugh
Erupts like glitter
Upon my dusty floor.

Sweet Sunshine Boy
Light up the room;
A living, breathing
Treasure born –
Your radiant smile
Embraced by starlight -
Shine on forevermore.