Sea Ghost
What is this quantum entanglement The vibration resonating Out of the in between Across spacetime; past, present, future
By Timothy James Laneabout a year ago in Poets
Someday I'll wake and return to my own skin shut out of some mortal treason catching glimpses of my hands the violent child of the moon
There's a tipsy folk band in the last sticky light I'm out in the field gazing up at the plenum waiting [ KB1JLA do you copy ]
By Timothy James Lane2 years ago in Poets
a warm neck of evening descends the peacock of night spreads its tail a road slithers as darkness lulls It's April and something is always burning
electrons whirring off raining down across the surface of an ocean grandmother said was love not in the forever sense
recovering sanded edges off drunken petroglyphs further disheveled by antiquity my alleleomemetic amnesiac building a stronger blood
the sun had already drowned / that day we found the meadow burning embers of grass rained like fireflies / we chased them rabidly far into the hapless night
The dead, skeletal city, simmering in a flood of morning light We are heavier than we remember in our dreams Smoke of the blast furnaces is pierced by frozen rain
father had dreams for me dreams now written in dust on the funeral pamphlet deepening the affair with empty space my thoughts sit abandoned
I promised you I was always here a palm on the chest & the fiercest hunger a bomb-white memory
it is said death has no brothers and we do not keep anything from here our memory takes to the dark like our hands to a prayer
i've never known enough places or people to go on abandoning them though I wonder whether the land has changed or i have changed