Monthly Archives: February 2008

Catching snow

Catching snow


in a blue bowl

Enduring the quiet / did the silence
Blind you as the sun thru a warm
Window / comfortable as sleep

My pockets are full of empty / no
Room for rumor amidst the holes
& spent promises

Some people are like mountains
With faces scored by weather &
Voices lost to the wind

& some explode as volcanoes
Ejaculating foul ash down slopes
Of hardened desire

I saw 3 deer walking on diamonds
Undisturbed in the blue tinted light
Of the moon