apad 25

Apr. 30th, 2014 06:37 pm
bardiphouka: (chair)
apad 25
Sometimes I wish there
was one last word that
one of us could use
to make it all better
one last word that
could be the first word
of the rest of our lives.

Apad 24

Apr. 29th, 2014 07:46 pm
bardiphouka: (chair)
Apad 24

We have cemeteries.
We have cemeteries and graveyards
sometimes carpeting whole areas, sometimes
with statues and marble houses, sometimes
with rows of small metal markers.
Some for this religion, some for that, some
for class or paupers.

And one that stands out with its statues the
size of houses and mausoleum mansions and

a police force?

Who are they protecting?
Them from us, the cognitive zombies?
or us from them.

apad 23

Apr. 28th, 2014 07:51 pm
bardiphouka: (chair)
apad 23

moment by moment
like words in a play
but this is Time
unwrapped in
minimalist display
that calls to us
moment by moment.

apad 22

Apr. 27th, 2014 08:24 pm
bardiphouka: (chair)
apad 22

Heartland of Ohio
artery clogged by
the flashing lights
on the interstate
slowing down traffic
which stare at each
other, not seeing
the arm detached and
beckoning from the median
to my dreams.

apad 21

Apr. 26th, 2014 09:58 pm
bardiphouka: (chair)
apad 21

Follow then
the old myths,
the legends
and dramas
the silver and gold
tales the old gods
played out against
each other

as humans grew
into their own storys.

apad 20

Apr. 25th, 2014 05:56 am
bardiphouka: (chair)
apad 20

Tenacious the world
insists on surviving
laughter forces its
way through the
shatterish streets
and love,love

apad 19

Apr. 24th, 2014 08:30 pm
bardiphouka: (chair)
Apad 19

Paranoia steps along
the unsettled street
lights flash and
flash again as cars
and walking dreamers
slide through each other

apad 18

Apr. 23rd, 2014 09:30 pm
bardiphouka: (chair)
Apad 18

the wheels stop and start
on his walker in iambic
pentameter. He stops
as though it were just
before the crowing and
he has become
his own ghost.

Apad 17

Apr. 22nd, 2014 05:37 am
bardiphouka: (chair)
Apad 17

The river surges
turns muddy as it
works its way
past walkers
and their muddy lives

apad 16

Apr. 21st, 2014 06:34 pm
bardiphouka: (chair)
Apad 15

There are holes
in the world that
were not there before
that led from where you
were to where you would be
to where life was worthwhile.

Apad 15

Apr. 20th, 2014 02:35 pm
bardiphouka: (chair)
Apad 15

The mechanisms of faith
unratches along the teeth
of what and could and should
The percussion sounds echo
like one last whisper of hope.

Apad 14

Apr. 19th, 2014 11:44 am
bardiphouka: (chair)
Apad 14

I remember this house
as a ship of sanctuary
that would slip through
the currents from
night to morning.

I remember this house
does it remember me?

Apad 13

Apr. 17th, 2014 06:44 pm
bardiphouka: (chair)
Apad 13

I remember the ferry, with its
countless Chinese school children bowing
to all the large western strangers.
Missing by doing so the pods
of dolphins sporting in the ferry's wake.
In their play perhaps making use of the
hopes I had left behind.

Apad 12

Apr. 17th, 2014 05:15 am
bardiphouka: (chair)
Apad 12

winds go from
whistling to pounding
the street full of traffic
trash, limbs,
house parts and
the futures i
never used.

apad 11

Apr. 16th, 2014 05:48 pm
bardiphouka: (chair)
Apad 11

It is hard to flee
the scene of the crime
if you are a tree.

On a mudslid copse toward the brook
a covey of trees, naked still and waving
in imitation of desire and
losing loneliness.

Apad 10

Apr. 15th, 2014 04:59 am
bardiphouka: (chair)
Apad 10

The dustbin sits next to the door.
buried in the nest of crumpled words
are the remnants of a clock.
Taken from the wall and smashed,
the hands which counted out the moments
to freedom are free themself.
the cast off moment hand casually
pointing to the exit
regardless of reality.

Apad 9

Apr. 14th, 2014 06:42 pm
bardiphouka: (chair)
Apad 9

Sitting on worn church steps
along the crowd of Ambulance Road
His voice pitches
wild among the sirens
like some modern prophet
crazy with ecstasy.
But without a deity to claim
future or vengeance
on the line of sinners
he accosts for cigarettes or beer.
or a memory of sanity that
glitters for just a moment.

Apad 8

Apr. 13th, 2014 08:40 pm
bardiphouka: (chair)
crickets and 9mm shots, this
was not what I planned. Crows line
the roofs and trainers from the wires.
potholes lurk to capture Smart Cars
and people walk by in small gaggles,
often silent except for their fingers
rapidly moving across the phones
and into rapid letters across the screen.

Once I flew on dirt roads the only sound
my tires on the pebbles or the chain ratcheting
Once I flew on words and hopes, this
was not what I planned at all.

apad 7

Apr. 12th, 2014 10:25 pm
bardiphouka: (chair)
apad 7

Even now I leave parts of my life unsung,
the notes in semiquaver climb along the staffs
gather around the silent parts, whispering
to each other across the spaces. They
slide up and down, around a whole note
that carries thought and hope to the night.
I think that another part of my life
may pass from silence to madrigal
to another night with thoughts of you.

Apad 6

Apr. 11th, 2014 07:15 pm
bardiphouka: (chair)
Apad 6

You blinded me, she said.
Your words wove a shield
that passed like a lunar poem
between my hope and the light.

Your darkness flowed, he said.
the sky of your dreams were the edge
of the sun and moon
between my love and the light.

The tulips do not tower over us with doom.
soft petals wait the eclipse's merging to life.


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