An ode.

Lying bare on the shores, I wait for the sound,

Whispers from the sands, As my voice is drowned,

Searching and seeking, few ripples from the ground

Thin bubbles burst off me, sun smirked and frowned,

Writhing I struggled with sands, to wrench one mound,

Earth, I know, waits for me, to spin it round.

Still it stands, cold, frozen and bound,

I seethe as it sears, the pain grows as it hound,

Rays wring my ribs, snow covers all ground

I wait and wait, for the sands to resound.

binaries

I lay listening to my world mourn,
Celebrations flamboyant while the sun shone.

Dark my color, darkness my name,
From Dreary hopes have I overgrown,

My silence makes each listen and lament
Every pain I hear cry out and moan.

For you the varied noises shall purge,
Let dawn be queen, let me be a drone.

Surrendering to a mild dementia,
You seek for me unknowing, unknown.

Your eyes tight shut in my presence
I simmer “Mirage” within, forlorn.

the third world

comma full stop exclamation question mark
visible blank spaces invisible dark places
the alphabet collapses the lines don’t meet
the word blurs on the wet canvas sheet
the lines break off and fall apart
the song is stopped as soon as it starts
they write and sing and they know it not
the Muse is dead the melody lost
no prayers or lamentations heard
no one waits anymore for Noah’s bird

ME!!!!!!!!!

Suspended notes in the air,
The wave particles resonating,
In volatile frequencies,
Up and down the bow moves,
Mercilessly on the strings,
The force produces the pain,
Felt under the trembling tips,
Of the fingers frozen in one action,
Steadfast over tearing it all out from the heart,
The seamless sound flows through,
A forfeited body.