in the sky

it was not a castle
but simply air
- and the ruby seeds
crushed between teeth
cast no glamours
- there are no shackles
you are free!

watching

penny glistens
bird-boned
counting ridges
thin wrists
blue veined
traces
i follow

who

the husk was left
and papered crackling
smoothed the air -
now the spirit moves -
but can it enter?

on knowing

rusty nails to free
the taste in
lock-jawed palates:
the ring around
knobbed twigs -
brittle and
sanguine
- unfurls

my favorite names

(in recent memory - subject to change):

Nico Muhly

Coincidence that he's also one of my favorite musicians/composers? Probably not.

Which leads me to a rather perplexing and consistent occurrence: Why do all the incredible musicians have absolutely eye(ear)-catching names?

Case in point:
-Kate Bush
-Fiona Apple
-Jeremy Enigk
-Johann Johannson
-Frederic Chopin
-Christian Fennesz
-Olivia Lufkin
-Brian Eno
-Philip Glass
-Steve Swallow
-Carla Bley
-Scoutt Niblett
-Maurice Ravel
-Philip Larkin (ok, poet - no need to nitpick)
-Jozef van Wissem
-Meredith Monk
-Modest Mussorgsky
-Randy Greif
-more I can't think of at the moment

Ok, so most of these people A) are foreign, B) have been dead for several centuries, or C) have pseudonyms. But still. I sometimes wonder if they just woke up one day and -- feeling the crushing weight of their designated monikers-- said to themselves, "I must live up to my name!"

my favorite words

-*unfurl*
-unravel
-insidious
-ephemeral
-austere
-sublime
-dusk

The fact that they all possess some level of atmospheric quality is pure coincidence. Maybe. They're also incredibly fun to pronounce.

theorem

those laws they are so stupid
nearly superstitious in in their wisdom
always falling from their lips
in fleeting colors
please --
be quiet --
it's not for you to say
but the chips always
fall in the same pattern

squeeze

unsettling lush
when those and
these meld so closely
together like they
are one entity
falling into
the black hole
starting at the center
so the last things
to go are the pin pricks
in your eyes;
useless things, anyway
they never worked for
the last year.