Sunday, January 29, 2012

For you were in my dream last night. The content of which, some might say, is inappropriate for our current relationship to hear. But nevertheless, it is here in my jawbone, urging me to tell you. I saw you from across the completely white room surrounded by young and beautiful women. Their heads were adorned with wildflowers and you were saying something succulent and exquisite. The silver strands of your hair kept getting caught in the dusty beams of sunlight jetting through the clearest glass of the windows. They blinded me.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

underpass

i was driving under
neath a ghost colored and concrete
bridge and thought about your bones,
the wide nature of your sternum; the
long and flat structure of your body, a
symmetry,

(a structure that often enters my mind
when driving under unmovable formations)

i could see how the overpass was supported
with massive round and hollow tubes, stretching
what seemed infinity for my eyes and imagined my
car stuck to the side, crawling, tire-by-tire up
the stone mass, comfort
-ably, resting on top.