’tis time

oh yes, my darlings
he said to the faeries that
tittering giggled in surprise
there is indeed an end

though ye ken it not
and would nae do so
not for all the love ye
have so sweetly pledged

and here his voice, it must
be said, an edge acquired of
steel sharpened by constraint
and years of angry solitude

a wall of hardiest stone
that knows not time
nor construes its passing
being oh so broadly built

a barrier most restrictive
limiting the amorous tricks
this heart may yet perform
on your dearest behalf

an end to the weight
these shoulders weary bear
to the words this voice
may timid trembling utter

how mournful murmur
these lips for want of you
how palsied quiver
these hands for need of you

however convenient a man
I may be, a man yet I am
with the needs of such
and desires unfulfilled

as mortal flesh decays and
even the sun a setting knows
so too my darlings should ye ken
that there is indeed an end

Salt Lake City 30 Oct 2012


we are shrouded in noise
i thought as i turned down the music
and pondered why–
turning it off completely
i listened — just that, and realized
that it is we who surround ourselves
with this cacophonous cocoon
willfully, needfully

and i think i see why
we encumber our lives with sound
and song and frantic shouts
with whimpers and whispers
and clicks and creaks
with endless bloody noise
why it is we indulge the senses
so desperately

closing my eyes, i waited
and wondered and felt and
knew something at that moment
something unperceived:
how easy it is to hear silence
echoing within the vast cavern
of nothingness at the core
of this fragile being

i shuddered and wiped my eyes
it matters, i thought
turning the music back on
this matters when the only voice
is your own, expiring unheard
and you long for another
just one other voice
to announce, “I am here.”

Salt Lake City 22 Aug 2012