The Fight

i am naked as i am writing this
this writing itself naked
as I am naked

word is one L stop away from the never to be contained,
I prefer
containful, or even:
containted
as a werd expressing a missing i
captured by my o

o, of rising tumultuous
rolling, as strolling
controlled
by an encompassing whiteness, or say,
bloodshot,
eye

friendly fire
ears against the nakedness of
"aye"


Copyright © 2004 by HrJ

In All Honesty


In all honesty,
to each and all.

1)
Lady
It is the sun who chases after birds.

2)
Sir
It is your stove who eyes your wife.

3)
Children
Peering into the sun,
minding the windows of chocolate chip cookies,
you knew it best.


Copyright © 2004 by HrJ

Attention

Am I the boat or am I the sea?
Is it the waters or is it me?

Ten tendrils tendering to the skin of my neck,
Gentle panting of eros,
Before the wild boast of death.

Am I the boat or am I the sea?
Is it sink or rising to plea?

Kiss me goodnight. Kiss me a dawning.
Of kissing these eyes goodbye with blinding force,
A ceaseless contradicting crowning.

Am I the boat or am I the sea?
Is it the waters or is it me chained to thee?

These days, like teetering, stumbling, blistery
Dangling at both ends,
A creeping seeping deepening mystery;

What of the see to the boat that is me?

The answer:
A single horizon expanding forever to thee.


Copyright © 2004 by HrJ