TEMPEST REDSHIFT

In real life 
we're the characters 
in a story that 
gradually transform 

into microwaves
then spool out into 
longer radio wave
lengths only to be 

scanned and listened 
for fruitlessly by remote 
alien civilizations. 

The echoes of our mutual 
cries of exoneration
after having traveled 
an otherwise unfathomable 
distance finally wash over us
as so much static noise. 

For that is what 
they have become. 

In there— 
(points to 
the stars)

—precisely 
where we 
are going.

   

BELIEF

Every day
the under mining
 process lies

one  step nearer

to completion
 beneath you.

The ground
  crystallizes

with  tremors
  interred

under this cloak
 of night.

The work

gets done
  much easier

out of sight.

Though no one
 would  believe it

 in   the  least.

Any way
  they can

never

 convince

you to

   arise.

SONNET FOR THE LIVING

Holding hands with the shadows of the dead
The coolness dissipates from our palms
These whispers from the mortuary eaves
Longing for us to be joined with them
Drawn from the supernal hearth of our home
What should be found scary and eerie
Is the stability of our own street
How it bridges across the seasons
Over all the weathered years of our lives
What should really awe and terrify 
Is how the ground and our feet came to meet
And we all arrived to see what's here
Caught in this cold void from eternity 

BLOODWISE

I fill my eyes
to the rim
drinking this
all in

reeling it in
spinning
circumnavigating
the horizon, letting

go on a carousel
head tilted back
eyes shut wide
night drops

replacing the film
with dreams star
projected through
each one of our bright
eyes wrung clear   

REFUGEES

Fitted into life's 

little paradoxes 

glittering for me

when everything 

became already 

yet to be 

clear is the day 

before yesternight's 

cadaverevery

settled succinct 

unique unlisted 

and growing

less than half 

of the truth 

was always 

showing 

broadcast 

from the other 

side when 

cancelled here 

and now playing

over there since our 

message long sent

beamed in 

and out of 

existence 

having

foretold a story 

and forged a plot 

of rebellion 

from alien 

flowers