To the reader

Some thoughts, I cannot keep.

Friday, July 20, 2012

Play It Safe

I am going to sit in a chair,
she said, 
when I grow up. 
I'm going to click my finger and stare at a screen,
and go home and make dinner
and fall asleep.

I am going to sit in a chair,
she said,
and never stand up.
I'm going to always jump when they say "jump",
and go home and drink a bitter cup,
and drink deep.

I am going to sit in a chair,
she said,
and I said fine.
You must not whine and you should not pine,
you chose your choice as I choose mine,
and the price is steep.

I am going to be safe,
she said,
and smart and sound.
But no risk is still risk when you have a hand,
and never play your cards when you know you can,
so it's cards you keep.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

On Fire and Burning

We light the lamps
that never go out
and pray
for the blue sky in the morning,
but the sun rises
brown and red and grey.
They say
and so we march,
the horizon isn't fast enough.
We'll make it come closer,
we'll make it stay
bright, then brighter.
We are on fire
and burning.
Nothing stands in the way
of feeding the embers with green and gold.
All the forests and all the rivers
were made to snap and crack
and sway.
The world is ending,
so they made
a ladder higher than the others.
Run towards the planets,
run away.

Monday, July 2, 2012

This is how I die

Here I am
all the atoms of my body gathered together
inside the fist of God;
to escape
and spread
like diamonds across glass
over the face of the universe.
I think that when we die,
it's like the unveiling of stars at night
to the vastness of eternity.