Thursday, May 28, 2015

Not a real thing

This isn't a real thing.
I'm just trying to figure out what to do
to better hear the ticking of a keyboard
against the tocking of the clock.

It's musical,
this droning on of time.

As the tempo changes
the dance moves
onto summer flowers
forcing themselves up
through last autumns decay,
in all that winter didn't kill.

I found the perfect black pearl mulch to cover the soil,
and a lovely paint to mask the dullness of yesteryear.

The story is over.

And I'm ok.

My forearms are sore.
A perfect reminder of my weakness.

The white whale is dead
The dead are gone
The living are hungry

There is no right way
no wrong way
and no better way.

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Glow-in-the-dark Heart.

Shut all the doors.
Pull the drapes.
Patch all the holes.

Close your eyes.

Didn't fucking work, did it?

Keep pretending, though.
That's exactly what we're best at,

isn't it?

Isn't.

Isn't.

Isn't.

it.  isn't.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Saving grace

From the raging waters flows
A fresh obssession
A new hope for something tangible

A vibrant array of ink scrawled across thousands of pages

J. Herbin, Iroshizuku, Edelstein, Noodlers

And the tools by which they transform from a liquid bottle of potential
Into my soul,
the core of who I am,
my regrets,
my dreams,
my existence,
my sharpest learning curves
and my straightest edges

Shaeffer, Noodlers, Pilot, Parker, Hero, Jinhao, Lamy

And an oblique holder,
with countless vintage nibs
unearthed from the darkest corners
forgotten by antique shop owners long ago

On brighter days
I go treasure hunting
Hoping beyond hope to find something inscribed
with one of the following names

Mabie Todd, Wahl Eversharp, Shaeffer, Esterbrook, Merlin 33

Working overtime to afford
Yoke, Aileron, Edison, UniqueObliques
Maybe someday
Omas

Buying sacks to restore all the broken forgotten things
The world becomes clearer through a focused loupe
The tines align with my mind
The ink flows from my heart

The closest to home I've felt in ages

At my own table
In my own space

Fountain pen in hand
Fearless page before me