vancity sunset

the buildings reach up to scrape the sky while the sun's residue paints dusk with amber highlights.

my stoic nature acquires no accolades.
that's enough, ang'

convenient unsound technology

internet: a place to connect to a limitless quantity of people unlike ever before.  ironic, this massing scale simultaneously dilutes the lines of emotional vulnerability, curtailing love & her readying accessibility

a poke experience

360º of vast ocean, soaring high as the condor, the illusion of fragmentation or a defined segment, bending the molecule at a quickened pace.  a piece of the whole, a part of the piece, apparent it is of it’s own, for the moment at least.  a pulsating rapid arrow, this was what i became; i pulled from the whole to express an unbounded aspect of the humane.  infinite as a numeric configuration, complex beyond the mysteries of the heart, a synergy of undetectable aromatics, an insatiable thirst to the palate.  immeasurable to the stars quantity, beyond a snowflake’s diversity, incomparable to a blinding ray of golden sun.  we extract ourselves from an omnipresent spring of dark matter that lies cavernous while simultaneously embraces our skin, weaves through our walk & laces our words.  it’s the breeze the wind carries from the ocean’s surf, the space between the bee’s buzzing wings, the beats between the vibrating each hummingbird sings.  individual creature, miraculous human being.

querying the ties

weaving a web,
accompanied by strings & strands,
angels echo their command.
amidst the chaos of where we all intersect.
nature ties in, weaving together a tapestry of connectivity.
the creaky wood planks absorb our debris.
we are not alone!
droplets of melody translate through my inner drum
and into the lens of inner vision.
a past of material belongings
rendered by close-knit marketing ploys.
angelic in guise, not all who sing
know how to harmonize.
strange, the unsteadying pull i direct towards
which only throws me off my course.
the blacksmith... you captured her attention long ago;
i cannot compete, without pointed effort.

rattling solanaceae

i crossed the border

left your sweet smiling face in my rearview mirror,

called it a day, slipped out of this 3^rd sunset

and into your deadly nightshade.

“datura!”, i call to the sky yet she cannot listen.

the cracks in my vocal cords

cause inaudible phonation,

unpenetrating to her thick intoxication.

intercepted tones reverberate through my roots,

transmitting agonizing chills

across that which twines ligaments to bones.

where were you so many moons ago?

quarter, half, full, new, red, blue,

waxing, waning; she eclipses the sun.

i lodge my being,

a foolish attempt to cleanse her turbidity,

only to arrive mantled in self-inflicted despondency.

she drops her veil against lumen’s abundance,

a hasty attempt to uphold the air of composed humility

fearing starlight’s crisp clarity.

soma, tainted by her taste,

her quivering lip, her perfumed sighs.

fixated i am,

her dripping tap calling attention to decoy.

“oh temptress, be brave and shut your dam!”

yet she cast her magic on another,

doubtful to be the last time.

you snag and tear my viscera,

an attempt to bleed my life force,

and quench your famished childhood thirst.

recoil your overgrown tendrils,

bar the dam!

undefined moments overdue

i am saturated.

mistakenly,

i offered up my earth bound flesh

to carelessly drown.

temporarily saddened,

she wraps her weighted amulet around my ankles and

bids me adieu.

while i plummet to a rayless situation,

air molecules escape

the boundaries of my mouth,

compressing my existence into one potentized

moment of central importance.

marked by the vacillating shape shifter,

i tow the remaining beats of my heart off the

inundated floor and hold it against the hollow,

where it’d belonged before.

the venom has ceased coursing,

and in this stillness, i’ve surrendered.

i sing out again

this time to a place within,

where language is non-essential;

the harp strums out my quintessential.

i fetch my breath and choose reanimation,

as this is no time for biodegrading.

side winding

blind sighted,

my heart minding my life unwinding.

at your collapse i unfolded into the past...

our dynamic you say, our power play.

manipulate, violate,

you’ve imprinted on me, corded to be everlasting in this scene.

emit your hues, each perfumed to play their tune.

sweet siren hook and sink me, clip my fins, drag me upstream.

let’s all take a deep breath, inhale the mercurial fumes.

undone, unknown, unfolding into this mess, completely alone.

implant your subtle caries, lace your volatility.

fixated on you, how silly of me to cling

while your precariousness leads me askew.

singed retinae, blurred focus,

sun-spots obscuring my internal direction,

a finale!  suppressed combustion, blinded by your inhibition.

the smoldering sun has lost it aurum,

i’ve dove for the last time into the shallow pit

of your emotional re-run.