vapour condensed

yes please neruda

Mon, 15 Feb 2010 23:03:53 -0500

Here I love you.

In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.

The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.

Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.

The snow unfurls in dancing figures.

A silver gull slips down from the west.

Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.

Oh the black cross of a ship.

Alone.

Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.

Far away the sea sounds and resounds.

This is a port.

Here I love you.

Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.

I love you still among these cold things.

Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels

that cross the sea towards no arrival.

I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.

The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.

My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.

I love what I do not have. You are so far.

My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.

But night comes and starts to sing to me.

The moon turns its clockwork dream.

The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.

And as I love you, the pines in the wind

want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.

Photo

Tue, 12 Jan 2010 09:56:37 -0500

retro poem love

Tue, 12 Jan 2010 09:38:52 -0500

TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

sedona is tiny

Tue, 29 Dec 2009 18:22:02 -0500

sedona is tiny

Worst idea.

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 18:21:36 -0500

Worst idea.

after. (kind of)

Mon, 14 Sep 2009 20:44:59 -0400

after. (kind of)

deep sigh

Sat, 12 Sep 2009 04:43:33 -0400

deep sigh

Photo

Tue, 08 Sep 2009 14:22:16 -0400

it’s weird that there are no plugs here

Tue, 08 Sep 2009 03:27:12 -0400

it’s weird that there are no plugs here

austin’s bats are pretty

Tue, 25 Aug 2009 16:00:00 -0400

austin’s bats are pretty

sometimes i miss it

Mon, 24 Aug 2009 13:16:12 -0400

sometimes i miss it

love

Sun, 23 Aug 2009 15:53:44 -0400

love

dancing houseguest

Sun, 23 Aug 2009 15:51:32 -0400

dancing houseguest

Photo

Sun, 23 Aug 2009 15:42:41 -0400

feeding time at phx

Sun, 23 Aug 2009 15:28:00 -0400

feeding time at phx