Month: December 2004

there are people in these words
parchment skin on parchment
wondering eyes transing verbs
history shimmering in
half-told truths half-remembered
my transgressors and forgivers
huddling together forever
at the back of some pronoun
every word pulsing with the heat
of thighs and ideals
that held me
released me
not so long ago

Stalking Self

My talents dissolved into addictions
A young man’s quest

Torn shattered–pieces–one by one

Brainwaves too erratic–
And sharp to assemble again

What’s left–just pure soul
Lying underneath my feet

Rise-up old soul of passion-bliss
Laugh! it’s a play
Leave the stage
Exit it

O mind leave the soul to rest
Beta, alpha, theta best

No one would rescue you
Crucify yourself

James v. Nicosia