Monday, January 31, 2005

Palmystery

Holding my hand against the light
I see lines few others would spot
A burnt trail (the saucepan was hot)
An old gash from a childish fight

Bite marks from a stifled scream
Nail semicircles on a nervous palm
Razor marks untreated with balm
Prints from a hand-holding dream

Fortune-tellers will never know
What lines decide how fate must go

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

..

There is an undetected crack
In the construction
Between the first and second floors
Of the universe
The sun does not shine into the crack
On most days
It is a dark space with no reason to exist

I live there
The undetected crack in the construction
Between yesterday
Which I hold responsible for all my mistakes
And tomorrow
Which does not let the sun shine on me
On most days

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

...

My podgy little index finger
Was still warm
And moist
From being held in your hand

It gripped an iron rail
I felt it grow strong
And cold
The day I learned to stand

Tuesday, January 04, 2005

Bug

.
Shh!
Don’t Move!

There
Is
A
Bug
On
Your
Collar

THWACK!

Gone.

You are welcome!

So, what were you saying?
You’re through with me?