it pours

it pours.
a trembling steadiness
a fixed shudder - 
a torrent of questions
a wasteland of answers -
it pours.

spaces of silence

spaces of silence
never were
silent spaces.
charged blurs
in smoldering crevices.
supernovas
then, black holes.

tick tock

the clock's still ticking.
clearly then -
its far from done.
what am i missing?

missed appointment

the appointed hour 

was always tomorrow,
but it went by 
in countless yesterdays,
without ever coming.
the burden of hope
must shift now.
next week it is.

diary entry

dear someday -
there are way too many
coffees lunches
books places
people conversations
packed into you.
i hope you make it.

letter

my old friend, word -
vanity makes you foolishly determined
(rather, determinedly foolish)
time and time again
you refuse to read the signs
as if you didn't know
signified to signifier
is always, but always
(always already?)
lost in translation. 

wanderings

going away. coming back.
until there is no going away.
going away. coming back.
until there is no coming back.