Friday, March 19, 2010


I too hear my amino acids vanishing
Down the hourglass evening
Watching you on my plasma
That screen above my heart
Last night with you, eyes closed
Like the last movement of
The 1812 Overture
Church bells thundering, cannons thumping
Red blood coursing
In veins filled with doubt and ecstasy
You told me you were letting me go
But I just got closer
Closer to beginning the ascent
To that cliff above the sea
Where I dive or slink back
To the hotel room and
curl like a dog, sighing about
How I might have won you if…
Then I am airborne, salt stinging
Bones ready to be crushed
Eyes open, hoping

Friday, March 12, 2010

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

By William Wordsworth

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay: 10
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood, 20
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.