December 13, 2008

It Was Just A Murmur

Some days ago
I went off the earth
I crawled into something
Cold and dark
It wasn’t a mouth
But when it spoke
It murmured
Like water

I sent you a postcard
But when it arrived
The text was a smear

The kiss of death, my mother called it
But it was just the cold
It was just the snow

Then, in the garden out back
I hammered myself to the tree
So as not to
B l o w o f f

But it happened one more time
That time you thought I forgot
You thought I was asleep
But I was just waking up

For the very first time.

In earths orbit my flashlight broke
Or I lost it
I can’t remember now.

And now, now that I’m in my dark hole
I wish the light had never broke
Or been lost
I can’t remember which.

But as I follow the murmur
My eyes open a little wider
Like stars shining through
A blanket.

And I know
That when its over
I’ll finally be home.

If I Had One Thousand Words

If I had one thousand words
to tell you how it is.

If I had ten thousand wounds
to remind me how it was.

If every star
was a tooth from your mouth,
in every kiss.

If we could ride through the desert,
if we could wander in the wood,
if you could hold on,
to let me know you were there.

If we could pull the anchor up,
and let the whistle blow.

Would that be enough:

to get us there?
to get me there?

Or would it all fall away,
like
an
oldfeathersnakeskintreeinfall?

Like it did one thousand times before.

December 11, 2008

oona misses you!

ouch

snow on the green

willy on the roof at sunset.