a drop of ink

Scrolls

I lost my papyr in the fire;

Lost my ink inside the stream;

Lost my thought within a dream

And thus I lost entire books.

.

Searched the banks lower and higher,

strained the ink from narrow brooks;

Scrounged my dreams for storylines;

and wrote the epilogue in blood.

.

I bound the parchment tight in twine,

And buried it in delta mud.

.

The living hear the burning coals:

The dead…The Dead See Scrolls.

-2012 / 9 / 15

You never broke a promise.
You never killed my dreams.
You never told a lie
Nor foiled any of my schemes

You never made a promise.
You never saw my dreams.
You never spoke to me, nor tried
To come into my world.

—yamanote line June 2012

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we loved

I would not ask of you to wait

for me; I did not wait for you.

I’ve met a cruel tutor in fate

and learned my lines just seconds late

.

I would not ask you to forgive;

Neither have I forgiven all.

Nor could I remorse outlive

and still be saved in free fall

.

I ask only that you recall

we loved. Did you forget?

And if we can remember that,

Then there is hope. Yes, yet.

Coffee

We haven’t met

in years

so let’s duck

into a cafe

and drown

in cups

of coffee.

—March 9th 2012

The Old Tree

The Old Tree

The branches reached into the sky

And cast the emerald green

Reflections down below where I

Thought how it might have been

The same a hundred years ago.

At 7, I might never know.

。

11 years passed quickly by

And it seems all too strange

That so much time has passed and I

See no apparent change

From now and all those years ago.

I, 18, don’t care to know.

。

Someday years and years from now

I’ll stand under this magic tree.

Look up and smile, know somehow,

This hollow wood will always be

Like it was when I was 7—

Timeless, like another heaven.

—2009

i’m half drunk

and i care

half as much

about what

there is

and twice as much

about the half

there isn’t

Midnight Oil

These berries blushed in scorching light

Before being crushed beneath the stones

Their oil illumines this dark night.

I vigil hold. They search your bones

.

Yet doubtless you are still out there

Somewhere ‘neath the moon’s dim glow;

Because my lamp still burns in prayer

I neither wish, nor hope, but know.

.

I’ll never let this fire burn out;

Neither let time your being erase

No matter how things may turn out

One day again we will embrace.

.

And miles and miles and miles away

I know in you there lives desire

To be found, and as I pray

In you will be reborn a fire.

-December 2008