2.21.2014

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I don't want 
to ever not remember
the sound of your voice 
how gently
you talked to me
how your words
kissed me from afar
even though
you cannot say them 
anymore
i don't want 
to ever not remember 
the love that lived

2.14.2014

mourning


white clouds repeating
mountain kneeling
raindrop tears run down

candlelight sunrise
sandalwood breeze 
distant bell tolling

songless bird on branch

alone

2.09.2014

zazen


sunday morning
driving to zazen
cemetery intersection
makes me pause

sun shining
snow covered stones
i wonder if
the worms are warm







2.05.2014

the damned



















i once stepped through
a piece of glass
as a child walking
home from school
sanguine essence dripped
through my sole
through the gaping wound
of teeth and tongue
a demon entered
i've been a suicidal mystic
i've kissed god
and bitten his head off,
i've died a thousand hearts,
a thousand colors,
a thousand deaths of
sex, joy and sorrow
and still i walk
with narcotic precognition
through rehab,
through the vatican
through dante's hell
with visions of goddard
and kubirick keeping
journals of confession,
condemned saints
who shared my travels,
these are their trials,
histories and eulogies,
poetry is the tombstone
of experience,
nothing i write is my own