exposed.

i'm having trouble focusing in on one image, and everything's coming out in a mess of many images that hopefully go together. at least things are beginning to come together in unity rather than a mess of what sounds good but is too ambiguous. here is a recent amalgamation of thoughts over the past few weeks:


The prospect of that future haunts me
like a cheap hotel -- lonely, begging me to
stay a night, to sleep on it;
A future of black chiffon dresses that fit me
like a distant lover.
But for now I'll linger in an epicurean wasteland,
put things together that will only make sense
in a year or so.
For now,
I will be a universe of silent seas,
deafly still as someone tests the waters,
knowing that love is watching the helicopters
creep down from the sky
over stiff infinities of snowfall;
it is hearing a loved one whisper my name
in the dark.


let's ramble. i don't know how i feel about the line breaks in this. i know, however, that i am seeing my work grow and that i will always be the most critical reader of it and that it's taken a lot of crap just to get here.