NikheilS

Late on dreary afternoon The sun died out and killed the moon And left the world in the cold Light of the stars They filled the city streets and parks They only come out when it's dark Killed the monsters in your head With something worse They calculated damage done By midnight They had built a sun That filled with hollow hate those who it fed The nameless streets filled up again With busy women, children, men The only difference lay In their dead eyes They looked and saw the world They ruled They moved their pawns, They used Their tools They programmed each to want What he received The efficient cogs and wheels still t

Rain seeps into the sodden earth. In some lands I hear it is a god, eagerly anticipated. Here, it seeks only to oversaturate soil that's already drunk too much. Leaving only soggy dreams, and a bad hangover.

Sing to me, let the melody fall from your lips Trace a line through this space with your fingertips Form a shape like a question mark hangs in the air Thoughts drifting cross my brow, entangled in my hair Feel your voice like a tingling caress to my face Catch your hand as the night disappears   into space

First light shatters the darkness. Steel grey dissolves lesser luminaries, and marches across the sky in military splendor. Calculated precision, metallic light coats clouds, and the world wakes to silence. Their ration of liquid trickles to the ground.

I walked away (without saying goodbye) Many glances back           completely failed to turn me into a pillar of salt       (though that might have been easier) I still think of you trying to save the world       (I wanted to believe in you) I can remember the shape of your anger Traced it's surfaces many times          (but I never really found the entrance) Love (you said you didn't know what is was) If I had proved empirically that love exists,           would that have been enough?      (you wanted my faith)                       I almost made you believe in eternity                 (that moment is unshakably ours)        

When circles evolve into squares with stodgy thoughts suspended like bricks in porridge and paper piles up like rotten autumn leaves the phone taps incessantly on your skull fluorescent light shines like death on your keyboard and somewhere someone's waving feedback insistently and the fax is spewing out memos like they're yesterday's lottery numbers and trucks are honking on the scale and rocking the hot steel building that's enveloping you in airless hell but nobody's listening cause there's no-one left to hear and all you can remember is how much you want to go home.

Winding Time Tomorrow I'll wake up yesterday... and it'll rain, heavy rain with thick, grayish droplets splattered all over the cement in the empty courtyard... or it'll be hot, raging sun peeling the paint from the guard-tower... or it'll be freezing cold, howling wind racing through the cells... Tomorrow it'll be yesterday, the day after tomorrow it'll still be yesterday, the day after the day after tomorrow it'll be perhaps today or maybe the day before yesterday... ...tack, tack, tack, say my footsteps on the grainy floor as I'm walking the edge, walking the edge until I reach the far wall, then onto the left again tack, tack, say my f

Scents by jsenn My hands cup my face the scents of my day linger orange, coffee, you. Joy Senn 2/16/02

Over dusty shoulders I see a world I'll never win, and I should be anywhere.. Anywhere but here.. Dirty chalk clouds slur through a city sky until they drop off the stale earth, and this is my story, and I shall follow them, and I shall fall. Harsh and ugly. We lived life like we were the only ones not broken. Your heart was the fist matching my bruises, we were misplaced children, collapsed from our worlds                                                  and collided. We tugged our skin on the trees we climbed, trying to kidnap stars, you tripped me up once or twice and I stared at you while you let your fingers    

I've come to the conclusion that I'm the last living sasquatch. That I should run into the forest, and leave TVs and computers and cell phones and credit card bills in the mailbox. Maybe even find the hairiest woman and ask her to come with me into this forest where we could live naked and unashamed covering ourselves with dirt and leaves and mulch and create a new sub-culture or group of mongoloids that will live without society's rules. coming out of the forest occasionally to scavenge or collect relics from a society that still lives, but that we deserted.  Show them to our children and say "Never revert back to t

The Sky Rippled A time of calm Exposed tear hits my palm Cotton candy serenity, soothing Looking up in utter joy Blue Staring down the sky Curiosity makes me touch it The sky rippled, Like water. My secret tranquility