what is left over from the pull of habit and the push of intention narrows tomorrow's entrance
unseen
Tag: poetry
solitary
a heart hovers through a house made of laser beams replicating its chambers
dreams
hallways projecting
along
distant hills
tentacles
reaching
down
into
the
deep
s p a c e
into
and up
up
-ing
spiral
ways
path
-ed
wing
insight
hangs down its luminous thread from a ceiling too bright to see and shines along the teeth that cut it
First Touch
hairs brush over the horizon the ring hovers at a calm distance until the terrain draws it closer the ring glows brighter and warmer hairs standing on end until the ring becomes
communication
crushing object
rolls away
from no past
the blades are bent
now
so stones
let the grass
explain their position
online Danse Macabre
untitled video clip
detached body, or
unwitting corporeal
mime
gesticulates anonymously
collapses inwardly
like an inflatable
car wash dancer
groping wildly
at fragments
once hidden
somewhere off-screen
now an empty joke
contorted and crippled
by a harsh punchline
