Status

February 27, 2011 § Leave a comment

Not art, but something
More like artifact when you
Glorify yourself.

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Rhythm Section

February 26, 2011 § Leave a comment

Forearms and fingers
Sore from dusting off one craft
Polish another.

Planes

February 25, 2011 § Leave a comment

The space I move through
Will remain hidden from eyes
Focused on the end.

Legos

February 25, 2011 § Leave a comment

The smell of warm grass
Itching, childhood relic lies
Still fuels our dreaming.

Boarding

February 23, 2011 § Leave a comment

What class do you choose 
To slip into, silently 
Without your baggage?

Impermanence

February 23, 2011 § Leave a comment

As soon as you blink 
Present is already past 
Memory becomes.

Headphones

February 21, 2011 § Leave a comment

I dive underneath 
To hear the slow, ancient song 
Move through waves and time.

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