Wednesday, March 30, 2011

some eventualities simply exist



some eventualities simply exist
and nothing is completely original

nor in a way singular
but for the shape of impulse
as expressed at the extremes

equidistant from cutting-edge frontier
to fleeting serenity at fulcrum
where evanescent peace scarcely persists

"i am more real than any nepenthe dream"

my divine sentinel, order there is ephemeral—
as tranquil as it is in the eye
of swirling uproar.






Saturday, March 26, 2011

then, Charity



for Dannie

then, Charity
unexpectedly vanished
corralled it seems
by one of many sunless deities
sporting broad, irresistible smiles

in the ensuing clamor
for incidental engagement
amidst the hovering throng
a courtship of waxing moon
& waning star

we each stumble
toward infernal fissures

bluff & precipice
home to unknowns
scores of faceless
transient demigods

two souls careening
toward the other's
nameless abyss

my love
this is when some angels are born
when others are destined to fall
victim
to earthly desire
for succor & rapture
as touchstone

my fleeting shooting star
although brutally detached
at least for now
i am certain

you are home.




Thursday, March 24, 2011

shrapnel

shrapnel
like

when that irresistibly
delicate
glass ornament
laden with memories
of the bygone
fell off its precarious
perch

unexpectedly

& with a sudden pop
cracked

hopelessly
shattering

a million
little mirrors
were born that night

scattering

years hence
some still jab soles
& toes

making bare skin
bleed

like dark metallic shadow
of dramatic makeup.




Tuesday, March 22, 2011

i am fury



i am fury
incarnate

a fortnight
is eternity
when i'm aroused
or provoked

i am present

i'll parade
swirling
for as long as
i've chosen

i scour
élan
& sanctum
alike

gallivant
with chumps
whose bravado
i cozen

they will embrace me
and i shall feign
love for them

drain every droplet
of life
from their
spine

leave
their lips
crusted

hearts
pockmarked

how
souls are made
barren
as parched desert
dust

amber
and
rust

why sand
is skin toned
awash
with fragments
of shattered
bone

i have arrived

i'll depart
when i want
more.




Sunday, March 20, 2011

let us unfurl



let us unfurl
everything

wings
sails
hearts
& sentiments

this is
what storms are for

let us soar

darling

by defiance
is how
tempest
and turmoil
are tamed

historians
make note
of this

how else
is ache
for halcyon
imagined?




Friday, March 18, 2011

give little



give little
credence
to what i say.
my idiom
is cortege
of emotion today

my love
in essence

this road
with no turns
as impossible
as it appears
is what i covet

my fugitive
runaway

cureless
incline
my refuge
still
my carriage
forever elongates

to you

yes

always
downhill.




Thursday, March 17, 2011

my rose petal



my rose petal
are you lost once again
amid coffee trees and apricot
groves?

quivering in wind that emanates
from deep within phyletic forest
routinely pretending to be home?

it's come to this
in increments

by wantonly crafted spinnings
of make believe deities
rigged as sultans and kings

wordy beings
wielding documents
as armament
drunk for millennia
having shot
just one thimble
of our totemic brandy.

don't worry, my wild strawberry
starting today, attention
to every murmur paves your way—
figs and quinces and almonds
will sustain you along your
precarious journey.

my sweet vagabond
if you stay, as always
beware

crossroads
are treacherous places
for homes.




Wednesday, March 16, 2011

fleeting



fleeting
as specter
in mirror
shadow-jumps
from heart to mind
to gut

& back
over

insidious—
reiterates
that which is excised
& hollow long

nameless
by design
in universal tenor
wayfarer wind-song
mills on

& on:

this is where you
belong ...





Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Babenagan Guiliguia - KOHAR With Stars of Armenia ... Պապենական Կիլիկիա

for all refugees and non-refugees alike ... of diaspora and home ... not all fairytales are fictional ...

geography, what is it, really? space or distance or a place in the heart? ... and history: a chaotic spiral of time ... mother of poetry and music ... melody , rhythm and rhyme ... all universal ...

it's sublime ... enjoy ...




you can read more about Կիլիկիա or Cilicia, the place and time, here ...

without regard for garland




without regard for garland
nor bitterness for want
of requital

notwithstanding geography
as garrison nor harshness
of the bygone

simply be

that's all

love's never a barter, my diamond
it measures precious as gratis

reach in, my soul
take what's cardinal

return when & if
you're able

allure of fidelity
is timelessness, not gold

my treasure, evermore.




Sunday, March 13, 2011

2011.3.12

this too
shall pass

but
for those
whose soul
was sliced
concaves
are labyrinth

hardly able
to replenish
nor mend
alone

to you i extend
that which i can:

outstretched arms
to swaddle

thought-cushion
for comfort
replete
with all manner
of sentiment

loving dentelle veil
& belief in satin
tomorrow

i call upon
peace
to land

over all.




lest i forget



lest i forget
you are your own
after all

i shadow
your soul
encircle mine


for there are times
when neither light
nor dark
silhouette our
form

tonight
for instance


it's not
a breakdown
of vision
nor lack of
insight

we are mere
vapor


more so
penchant
for evaporation
we've acquired

vertigo
as we spiral


we're adrift
my love

and
tethered






Thursday, March 10, 2011

absence




absence
is mostly distance

compounds
with time

manifest as to why
breezes
which themselves
fickle by design
on one hand
with callous ease
snuff-out flickers
that were
barely

relinquish
the feeble
to forgotten

yet
so readily
fan
embers
that festered
as long

from brooding red
to glorious
brilliance
kindle
to glowing
from near-dead

the unremitting

diffuse
& windblown
smoke chronicles
all
in private
& obscure dialect

singed fragrance
& winsome atmosphere
as alphabet.




Monday, March 7, 2011

imagine




imagine
the other one

where
you
and i
are one

and there
our life
interwoven
is not
unraveled

abruptly
as in this
one

less parallel
than stitched
with the same
brilliant
thread

identical

but infused
with much more
profound
élan

itself
imbued
with aversion
to heartache

& certain
misfortune

yes
imagine
this

imagine.




Saturday, March 5, 2011

first it is built




first it is built
then crossed
later on;
the cruel order
of passage
or departure

some burn
soon after
others
falter;

a rudimentary principle
for ones who must crawl

but so quaint
for the fit
who hover;
for those
who are able
to soar
a matter
of supple makeup
and winsome
atmosphere

whose pressing
recall
is not only probable
but likely
prescribed

unbearably
corporeal—

memento mori
subtly forgotten
in lieu of pardon
or other needful
ritual.

feign us
destiny
my love,


you've always
had this
power.





sleeplessness



sleeplessness
is sometimes
insomnia.

scope
is certainly
a bitch
when totem
is set to be
universal:
a matter
of interpretation
vulnerable
to go awry
based on
nuanced context.

you are
my only ...


blindness
of a sort
priced
too high
only
in retrospect.
tears are its currency;
fleeting
ghostly emblems
even after
the have faded.

whisper is more
permanent than scar.

darling ...




Thursday, March 3, 2011

need



need
for collapse
became compelling
& merely being
was sheer
martyrdom

succumb
and overcome
had gamboled
enough
to have twinned
indistinguishable

recoil
might have followed
report
& purchase on living
may have slipped
to a shear
all but for one regard,
my love,
a routine dear.




Tuesday, March 1, 2011

our dated idioms




our dated idioms
for distance
are abandoned
leagues & clicks reeled-in
as rifts crumple

wooden metronome
contracts
heartbeat ailment
doggerel stanzas fashion selves—
Parnassians have disappeared

in a grand scheme
stretches
are rarely measured in meters
timing starlight is seen
more faithful
& accurate

as it is
dear
you are always here
when bursts arrive

reflected senses
are innocence—
remoteness
as blurry vision
only requiring corrective treatment
are pronounced
sentiment

for instance: proviso
its tenor—
fickle
& full of caprice
inducing lilting weakness
in skinny knees
is more congenial sounding
than say: redress
an obdurate tone—

both legalese of glacial
lexicon, yet distance and alone
are more cold.