Long Corneas Poems

If there is life there 
must be an encounteration.
Even the moons and 
the suns, all get to return 
back if they passed 
to their eventual 
transportation. The morning
lights shunned and pass 
like flying clouds. When...

Read More

Let’s face facts you’re a motherloving no one
couldn’t find a flow if you were looking at the ocean 
I’ll stand and deliver like I’m living in a river
Your thoughts are all flops 
like the tap...

Read More

The mirtangist may never willingly hear
may not want to hear
the multaiyam announcing his cue
nor the melodist aware of the flautist's right
to the change in the raga
the plucking of the yal strings
to the goatskin drummed bleats
and...

Read More

A moment on the Cyber Café at Fewa Lake
				
1.
In the Mug of the Fewa Lake
Reflecting the pure blueness of the sky
With the fluttering of the Fishtail
My eyes sparkle with 
The taste of organic coffee
That chills...

Read More

My heart torn apart by a love gone south, poorly taped together with blow and green,
Methaqualone was the only spackle of my survival

Lori was smart to leave, for her own safety, health and welfare, the...

Read More

Victory !!! – Bitter Sweet

A David and Goliath day !
I got to see and feel a just way
handed down by a court of this land
as questioning – evidence presented by this hand
lead the judge to...

Read More

It was a movement 70 million strong
So the CCP decided to annihilate Falun Gong
You wouldn’t think the movement was much of a threat
It was non-political, but its doom was set.

Normally a good thing – new...

Read More

Caustic memories dissolve on my tongue
Lingering tastes of battery acid and nicotine  
Cause me to choke on putrid saliva.  
Staring at melting walls, clocks tick in unison.  

Distorted birdsong hums outside of...

Read More

Caustic memories dissolve on my tongue
Lingering tastes of battery acid and nicotine  
Cause me to choke on putrid saliva.  
Staring at melting walls, clocks tick in unison.  

Distorted birdsong hums outside of...

Read More

Walking down stark white corridors, the stench of bleach burns my nostrils.
With every step, I can feel sorrow lump in my quivering throat.
Looking down at the wrinkles on my shirt, I quickly smooth them over...

Read More

How many lumens would it take to burn you
Sky-clad and free under the pale moonlight
Would your aching bleached skin cry in relief
Feeling anything in the dark of night again?

How long has it been since the...

Read More

I am not all happiness.
I am not as bitter as your smile
and I have no lips to make me sense -
to curve around my name and give
me more depth than the air,
than the dust I...

Read More

O my Love's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Love's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve...

Read More

Whenever I pass by the mirror
I wish they could see beyond the 
Chemical reactions of optical 
Illusions, reversing all images
Back and forwards
Mazes through technical spins

Behind the Sharp Turns

There is something unexpected
Out of corners of corneas
Pupils...

Read More

Swear I'm stuck in a daze
where weeks feel like days
and days feel like weeks...
It's like navigating a maze
with corneas in a haze
and a GPS signal that's weak...
[so to speak]
The maze's center is my ego
surrounded by...

Read More

"In this moment I form my own reality, as past and future come and go to warn its own legality, to see, and everything’s peaceful when the shelters in the trees, as energies conspire for...

Read More

Turning over in a ruffled bed,
stark red numbers sear 4 a.m. into bloodshot corneas.
Nothing but darkness creeps through threadbare curtains, frozen in place.
A desolate silence becomes deafening, as birdsong no longer crescendos—
what would have been...

Read More

If my mind be painted in colors borrowed, would it be red? 
Rusted in brown, or maybe instead, an indigo streak?
Depending upon the source of inspiration, 
and the song on the radio at the time...

Read More

The others turn to wallpaper,
an amalgamation of colours,
reds run into blues run into greens.
A palate of insignificance
submerged behind our corneas,
may as well be grey.
Nascent in our welfare womb,
sharing oxygen: I breathe in, you breathe out.
The...

Read More

Talkin' Corneal-Transplantation 
Gratitude



Whispering voices beseech me,

through failing eyes unable to 
see,

riding the clouds floating on a 
dream,

my vision swept away in a frigid 
stream,

I clambered and clawed my way 
between the moss,

listening to sickly sweet...

Read More

Simple Pretense


Shut up!
My God. Can’t you say anything positive?
Can’t you say anything that will sweep this darkness away.
Away from the corneas of my soul?
I know where the light switch is. Do you?
I know where the...

Read More

Sealed within an hourglass
a shower of sand descending 
scraping away my supple skin 
as when one refinishes a hardwood floor
scouring off the old varnish and stain 
Its grit scratching  
like the claws of a...

Read More

The Image of Being In Need

My eyes are covered in gauze,
from dirt scratching 
both of my corneas.

My boyfriend leads me around
otherwise I'd find myself on my 
knees feeling the ground.

He takes care of me
and tends...

Read More

tell me your name
let run my fingers 
across the contours 
of your mouth,
describe the sunset 
so that my mind
can envision,
what corneas 
cannot


remember for me
as you speak of the now,
what is consumed
by the cacophony of sound,
my...

Read More

Through the corner of my eye I see the bride and the groom,
Slowly our corneas make contact I'm the elephant in the room.

A drunken night.
Sex combined with spite.
Makes a tainted marriage,
a fractured life.

"Speak now" said...

Read More