Tuesday, April 29, 2008

The Last Goodbye

Jeff Buckley

Jaded me, I wonder.
Even he whose despair
Faintly seen, though under
Fevered dreams, made aware.

Bleeding voices permeate,
Unshed noises recreate
Clues of his own desire.
Kindly now elaborate
Likely how this inchoate
Effused this haunting fire.
Yet mourns the world entire.

Friday, April 18, 2008

The World Is My Playground

Up Dharma Down

Undulate. These symphonies
Proliferate emotions.

Down on the floor, my knees
Harvest my lithe elations.
Are you mine, then not?
Repair me — soon unknowing —
Mercurially forgot.
Allow me this — imploring —

Drown me now, I beg you.
Oceans breathe musical hellos
Wedged deep and always true,
Neither azure nor dying yellow.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

The First Post

Pardon me, my dears,
An idea has blossomed —
Perfunctorily, from this fear,
Emanates this flotsam —
Regarding which?
By God, that’d be terrific!
Alas, oblige me now —
Give me your acrostic!