cosmic foundry

when it's dark

i can see through
the fabric

of the Continuum


behind this curtain,
gears grind loudly

almost inefficiently.

divine
grease and sweat
flow

here,
the labors of the Eternal

grow

in this sweatshop
of freewill and faith

the only profanity
dare uttered
is
'why?'

here,
uncertainty

is what powers
the dreams
of its workers

fighting a broken heart

fighting a broken heart
like kicking a habit

the night sweats
sleeping in autumns blankets

every breath
drawn through the
pinhole in a plastic bag

the lump in my throat
weighs down the bounce
in my walk



the withdrawals
can even you out

falling apart,

to restructure
in a stronger
order

bent light [love as a diorama]

as many angles
as you could pull out of a sphere

my heart
reflects
infinitesimal nuances
of our love

although
shattered f r agme nts

cast beams
in c h aotic directions,


the bent light
gives birth to
odd

and mysterious
shadow s

i have never seen

happy anniversary

october 15, 2005



one year ago
we stood at the alter

families were divided
but your love for her,

i stood tall for

i brought my baby along
how she loved autumn

and a beautiful day it was

.


passions
were strong

we have our mothers eyes
and our fathers tongue

but you have your lovers
heart;


that better half

completes you





[sorry about the bathroom stall]

we left our love in the mountains


ran so fast
that we forgot to hold hands



together we thread ourselves
through
dots on maps,

knit quite an us


and somehow ended up
a forgotten masterpiece

the last draw

wore my sharpest spurs today.
met you at high noon

like you wanted

i kicked open the doors
of the saloon

forced down some club soda

i pretended to be a mad dog

you pulled up in your mustang


it was time...
to draw.


we cracked our knuckles
glared into eachothers eyes


for what seemed like eternity,

i swallowed my tongue

you pulled out a brush
me,
my SuperBIC 4 color

i was beat.