on writing poetry...

I entered my sepulcher and blew out the candles,

sealed my eyes and ears shut with their hot wax,

wrapped myself up like a mummy in muslin,

then laid down to die.

This is the way to go inside.

To the kingdom where my secrets lie,

in the hush, in the dankness,

where the settlement of my deeds and thoughts

compost into memories.

Here is where I can find the pieces

to this puzzle you call poetry.

Deep inside the hidden darkness where

a buried heart-luminescence still throbs.

Oh no! I'm not dead! I'm just want you to think so...

(below are some revisions I made at 2am in the morning. think it is good now!)

I entered my sepulcher

and blew out the candles,

sealed my eyes and ears

shut with their hot wax,

wrapped

myself

up

like a mummy in muslin,

then laid down to die.

“This is the way to go, to get down to the inside.”

To the kingdom where my secrets lie,

in the hush, in the dankness,

where the settlement of my deeds and thoughts

compost into antique and esoteric memories.

Here is where I can find the jig-sawed pieces

to this mystery-puzzle you call poetry, which some believe

offers eternal life.

Deep inside the hidden darkness is where

a buried heart-luminescence still throbs.

Oh, no... I'm not dead! I just want you to think so..

Walking by outside on the street passersby

will read a sign put up by the curator on my mausoleum wall,

“Shhhh! Poet at work excavating!”

twelve word/twelve lined poem

everybody in class was asked to supply one of their "favorite sounding" words. there were about 25 total words supplied. then we were instructed to choose 12 of those words. after that we were told to write a 12 line poem using all of the words that we selected. the teacher said that it was okay to "break the rules". below are the 12 words i chose, and my first draft of my 12 line poem. i don't think there are 12 lines, and some lines have more than one of the words.

1. effervescent
2. Worcestershire
3. galluses / gauloises
4. defenestration
5. enamored
6. indescribable
7. titillating
8. gadfly
9. wrath
10. Tsar
11. chartreuse
12. funerary
_ _ _ _
my feelings for you earlier were effervescent, but now they are indescribable...

sort of like a Tsar in a Russian bazaar where the starving masses have rioted for more bread.

he smoked all of his Gauloises and let down his galluses, but the fuses have all been lit. it's V For Vendetta Day for the Soviets.

you once enamored me with festoons of your idiosyncratic chartreuse, hand-painted balloons.

it was a game you said, it was titillating after making love at noon.

but now i'm just a buffoon, a gadfly that's had too many drinks.

i can't remember if this is Worcestershire or Cameroon...

if i could mete out the wrath inside of me i would defenestrate your entire family.

the funerary rituals required would choke the life out of time.

ode to photography, #1

light is my mother,
matter is my father,
when they mingle their essences they create shadow children,
brothers and sisters for me to chase around the neighborhood
to try and capture in a box.

we play "hide and go seek",
and "red rover red rover send Marianne over",
then "ring around the rosey"...

if it wasn't like a game,
the results when i "capture your flag"
would look like stock photographs in a catalog.

playing with you, ghost children of shadow and form,
makes me a child again and i see the world anew
every time i look through my camera's eye...