“This space”, she said.
I am the curves, the outlined silhouette spinning madly-
Once removed and weight
less without your touch now heavy.
I feel this space.
I feel it like a whole heart
this vacuum I carry like an orphaned child
minutes and hours of time and again
a glimmer and gone.
“because space”. This empty space paradox of
“how can I still feel this space”?
harrowing and haunting matter.
“because”, he said.
Gravity in empty space still holds
that people in the army
do more by 7:00 am
than I do
in an entire day
but if I wake
at 6:59 am
and turn to you
to trace the outline of your lips
I will have done enough
and killed no one
in the process."
— Shane Koyczan
— The Great Gatsby
The springtime is mocking me
with pollen and pain,
being birthed through the fading corpse of all which came before it.
I have no sympathy for swelling buds and showering petals,
bursting blooms and bugs,
buzzing bells and
It’s all sacrifice, you know,
Tender tendrils pushed past
to rot and make space for your own-
What selfish, silky little seedlings you are!
Slithering through this root
decay, beaming through the night light
Come, my love, away with me
through crowded carpeted-
amidst shiny shiny-
showroom ready heaps of transport.
It is time,
Sitting side by side kissing leathery skins,
molecules away from feeling your finger.
And the ecstasy!
The red lined wheels steering
but never really moving
A facade for consumer fancy.
The pollution, i can see it all in their hungry eyes,
we are still,
we are yearning,
static silence in a single spot
She slowed to sigh, in that long interval.
A small bird flew in circles where she stood;
The deer came down, out of the dappled wood.
All who remember, doubt. Who calls that strange?
I tossed a stone, and listened to its plunge.
She knew the grammar of least motion,
She taught me one virtue,and I live thereby.
She held her body steady in the wind;
Our shadows met, and slowly swung around;
she turned the field into a glittery sea;
I played in flame and water like a boy
And I swayed out beyond the white sea foam;
Like a wet log, I sang within a flame.
In that last while, eternity’s confine,
I came to love, I came into my own."