Monday, May 17, 2010

The Soul Has Gone

The Soul Has Gone

Without will
everything is physical now;
the matter of the world
is all that I can feel.

Forward movement of limbs,
wind pushing from this side
now that; the rustling leaves
keep me alive.

Bodies colliding
give off energy. The heat
and light of the world
all that matters now.

Sleepless gnashing of teeth,
breath coming soft, now
hard and fast, dreams of
falling; gravity forcing me down.

Walking in the sunlight
is the last of my life, hard
concrete sidewalks, shouts
of children hidden from view.

No presence or absence
of beauty, just sound, sight,
smell, taste, touch without
judgment; I am a mere body.

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

Poem

Slender Allotment

In the hallways of downtowns,

behind the drowning

drone of computers whirring,

beneath the chafing stiffness

of crisp clean shirts,

below the surface

of the freshly showered skin,

beat the hearts

of men and women,

blood running thin,

the rhythm of time

slowly drifting by;

amid reams of paper and reports,

coffee-stained and rearranged

daily output and input streams

of information regarding

wickets and widgets

or dreams coldly reduced

to predictions of profit and loss-

this is where our lives occur,

this is where we pass the time,

our shallow slender

allotment of eternity.