Drawing a portraitI study her pose , overall shape and form.Sketch a skeleton of ovals and linesHer shoulders slope to the rightWith her weight. Her arms folded together.Against my pencil, I measureAnd compare model and sketch.My Eraser fixing the lines.I study her features, and how they're placed.I sketch fingers and ears, and place empty eyes.Her mouth slopes with a smirk, and a dimpleWhile she squints. I smile myself.The wind blows a little through her skirt,And lightly I draw the empty shapeOn paper, while my radio plays"Dark Side of the Moon."I study the light, the thingThat makes it seem real.By shadow I suggestThe course of her hair, the gleamOf Sweat on her nose. Outline her neckTo her collar bone. And just hint of formBehind her arms, and folds of her shirt.Play with the shades till it seems to have weight.She's bored. I think we're done. I tryTo get the eyes just right. Biting my lip,I let her see what my hand says I saw.
SingularityGet too close, and even light fallsCan only look back from the invisible wall.Spiral round, and round you fallTo meet the end to end them all.Event horizon, anti-void aheadDark destruction where time is dead.Ravenous mass, a fallen starWhose flame will Shine no more.Time dilates, twisting fate.Undefined, undescribed,Twisting the linesAnd all will end in hunger.Everything buried further under.Infinite mass in collapse.A star in a shellCan never shine pastThe prison of itself.Fly and shineLight in vain.Shadow of gravity remains.
August of 89A cloudless, sunny, smoky skyThe smell of dust and burning pine,The sting of sweat is in my eyes.I taste my lips. They taste of brine.I push my weight onto the spadeThen toss the earth upon the flames.The trees still blazing up the slopeSend embers falling down like snow,And starting fires under foot.So we cut down every bush,Thus leaving only empty earth,Montana shale that cannot burn.I look for smoke beyond the roadThat leads back to my Grandpa's home.I see the sky is clear that wayAs I turn back with my spade.Then on my back I feel a breeze,And pause to breathe in sweet relief.Again, I lean upon my spade,And toss the earth upon the flames.
PantoumPANTOUMRavens watch us walking slowYour hair blows across your eyesIntruders unwelcome in the snowWe could stay here all our livesYour hair blows across your eyesI reach to know you're nearWe could stay here all our livesAnd deny what I know I fearI reach to know you're nearYou beat me at the gameAnd deny what I know I fearAnd tell me there's no painYou beat me at the gameRavens watch us walking slowI tell you there's no painIntruders unwelcome in the snow.
Villainelle VILLAINELLETo save your pride your heart is stainedPick well the place to speak your mindThe truth kills trust the lie maintained.To see the sun without the shadeYou take the risk that you'll be blindTo save your pride your heart is stainedWhile madness eats within your brainFaith betrayed by a world unkindThe Truth Kills trust the lie maintainedAnd dancing forward without refrainOn a field you know has buried minesTo save your pride your heart is stained.A secret's danger still remainedFor useful means the mean could findThe truth kills trust the lie maintainedIf love is simply hurt delayedfor lack of need or want of timeTo save your heart your pride is stainedThrou