Saturday, March 26, 2016

Supernova

Supernova, burning bright
There is no end to your great light 
In sight, your might, illuminates night 
And though I look away, it's hard to fight

The plight, it smites, my wrongs and rights 
so that I may indulge in sacred flight
from sights of every width and height 
Please do not loosen, hold on tight

Your warmth, as loose as an errant kite 
Yet I feel before you reach my sight
Your thermal presence fills me with fright 
Behold, you free fungi from their blight

And yet people try to emulate your state
Their blunders and scorched earth, all mistakes 
I fear they will think you can be replaced 
To recreate god's mysteries is a fool's fate. 

And I guess I am the fool tonight
for your majestic presence did beknight 
upon me, an oath, perhaps a sacred right 
With you, I am golden, alone, a mite 

Supernova, burning bright 
I know an end to your light 
With might, through night, remain in my sight
I won't look away during your final fight. 



Monday, March 14, 2016

Ellipses

Ya know it doesn't matter how many times you say it doesn't matter
because if you're wasting your time talking about it, then it clearly does.
Still, I like the sound of the needle ripping across the vinyl.
Its glossy surface can sometimes reflect my face
and you are the needle that's scribbling all over it.
But that's how music is made and we don't think one bit about the violence.
Even I can't feel what isn't being done to me.
Your needle is weathered, with a sharp edge that stings at first touch
but eventually smooths out like the needle of a tattoo artist.
Instead of my sigil you brand me with an ellipses in swift staccato strokes
Each time reintroduces the needle to my skin, giving reprieve with each period being completed
I bleed so that infinity may be captured. Or perhaps it's just a moment.
Nobody knows what ellipses signify. They're the Schrodinger's cat of punctuation.
But sometimes I like to imagine. So I use my ellipses as full moons.
My ellipses can sometimes be pendulums in stasis.
Or perhaps they are tree stumps, freshly murdered, bearing their age for all to see.
Do not mistake this exercise for idolatry. I did not want to learn quantum physics.
You hold my ellipses over me and I just want the entire thing to come crashing down.
So I take a deep breath, grab the needle and then...