(2013)
poem about how sometimes you really just can't force your poems out.
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops
