Poem "Cigarette"

A cigarette burns painfully

in the ashtray of

last night's tears

and is married

- without ceremony -

to tomorrow.

long sighs echo.

It's yesterday again, already.

Poem "Grace"

There is beauty in this,

this toe-dance

this belly-flop

this dependence

on gravity

and surrender

to space.

It's called Grace.

Poem "Pineapple"

Dawn is relative.

Though my hair be

standing on end

and my skin be prickly with

the sun's demands

today i am not

an overripe pineapple

fallen beside the rubbish

too forgotten

to be discarded.

Poem "Slumber"

We float

through slumber's depths

as though she is water

moonlit beams

illuminate the haze

to remind our

swimming minds

of where they are:

Within a smile.

(and someone is picking us out of their teeth)

Poem "Choice"

Excess

and insufficiency

usurp

the heirarchy

of need

and i fall

between the flavours

of fear.

Decision arrests me.

The temporal

and the spacial

wind their strings

about my joints

though my eyes

are left open

to the wake

of my power

so limited by the spoil

of choice.

Poem "Scythe"

Silence aches

its way through the

Otherness of noise,

heavy with fate's

potentialities.

The scythe is assumed.

You can see it reflected

in the iris of my eye,

polished power

bleeding with needing

raw flesh.

My flesh. And since

Ive been braced

for violence

since I first drew breath,

I am more than ready

for my last.

Poem "Late Winter Lake"

The late winter lake mocks me.

Shimmer, lake,

And show me once again

All those things that I may have:

A look of beauty,

A glance of love,

A glimpse of joy.

Your cubic zirconias do not fool me for I know you reflect the truth:

That diamonds are

never forever,

and forever is a trick

of light.