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Up in Smoke, July 2013

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the tiniest ant I ever laid

eyes on keeps on getting

my attention as

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I read this book from

the 50s  entrenched with

interesting words

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not used anymore

I take notes, a letter

at a time while she keeps

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on moving up and down

around the page – slightly

scared if I happen to move

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the more engaged if I lay still

or stop reading and turn

golden eyes to her

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the tiniest ever so fast so

busy I’ll guess

she’s from the 50s too

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quickly coming and going

she seems to exists cause

I’m looking at her though

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she was before

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Up In Smoke, July 2013

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not sure
if it was the metropolis
– and the jungles they hold
where we had roamed through
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or the islands
within the same –
we felt alone among
thousands I could have
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threaded on – not stapled
to my own thoughts of

failure focusing on

some other survival
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the incessant sounds
attacking us louder
disorienting forcing

us on movement
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or the far ones – in stillness
only the wind has a voice
stirring the waves to have
more and animals wild
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eyes focusing off the horizon

squared lines confining
blocks or concentric ones
as the life rings on a tree
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you count twenty eight then

call me out I found numbers
we had forgot – it used to be larger
green not the horrible burgundy
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I shiver some on the island
we could hear the sound of
our own hair sitting close
animal’s life pulsing

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Up In Smoke, July 2013

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unlike touch
me, I don’t need
contact to receive

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and like it I am spread
all over tasting a breeze

on my skin while smelling

the salted mist – held in the air

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I shiver a bit from the deep blue
pondering we have met and not touch

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Up in Smoke, 2013

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no wind moaning
no shutters flapping

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doors standing still
in the darkest night
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heat rising piercing through
as light enters the crack

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at daylight no crickets
or frogs telling stories
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just the heavy stillness
of some summer nights

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away from breezed seas
laying awake interspersed

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Up in Smoke, July 2013

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the best of all
times comes when
I such enjoy
stillness I do not

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need words to describe
fullness, feelings
lined up nameless
do not need

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recognition sounds
afar as on my shoulders
sounds near so close
blood runs and cries

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such as the earth
sights for water
received deep down
welcomes it so are

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those wonderful nights
spent waiting
having it all

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Up In Smoke, July 2013

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shuffling fast
letters and pictures
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a bell ringing
breaking the hour
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more than once
so be it
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hammering a though
of you into my heart
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as eyes to the sky
forever changing
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not yet rolled up

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Fantasy a window with no curtains

 

 

Up in Smoke, 2013

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another day gone
up in smoke and a
new one waiting
to be lit
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as I hold off for the bed
to warm itself the sounds
of nocturnal tree frogs
the birds soon to start
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it’s quite
an unusual temperature
no more drip drop, rain
has ceases I sit calm
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eyes large taking
in the night fallen
a desire to curl up
in many visions

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Up in Smoke, 2013

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here I try to free

the space between

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a glimpse of sleep

and the will to utter

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the sun hiding

silent is the wind

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he works his mission

out with diligence

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got no surprises

just time to linger

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Up in Smoke, 2013

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she marveled realizing the shape inside her chest

that void often filled with air and beauty when

merry it would change shape as birds sung

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it shrunk at sounds belonging to civilization

a soul with preconceived ideas she wondered

he laughed back at her concept

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a soul thriving on sounds, smells and visions

she could picture shapes and leaps inside it

she could sit still and recognized

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the life in her. her blood, her breath

her cells multiplying, spreading,

it was surely a wonderful place to be

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Up in Smoke, June 2013

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I understand you

with my eyes

one glance suffice

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I could put you into

focus while moving

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I have become

attentive to life

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we look for speed

detectors while

driving slow

achieving

one day

to run

away

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Up in smoke, May 2013

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two different gardens
at the earth of night
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same rain constant
almost soft as echoes
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of the steps of ants
and small busy animals
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at day light and I
sitting quietly
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listening
right before both
.
of my hands as I lie down
posed at my hipbones
.
they stick out a bit
but not sharply
.
fingers tips touching
right in the middle
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the only heat outdoors
is that of the street
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lights creating a mist
as small clouds pretending
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to bathe under fake lights
so many thoughts in time
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shortening eyelids
closing as an act
.
of love I know
you will be
here

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Up In Smoke, April 2013

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correct I use my intellect
to probe sensitivity
an instrument
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I use my logic to draw
conclusions a map
of the sky
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I use my voice to
simplify what you
see complicate
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I use my hands to run
over your skin looking
for some body hair
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I use my mouth to kiss
you where you hurt
to get closer
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till we could
till life stays with us
cause it may
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be me first

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