BLACK HOLE THEORY

to run away from home

is so melodramatic

but i did

and toward
brazen destiny

i climbed the ivy of my ego

into outer space

the gravity of my situation is

staggering, a drunken

dip in the velvet of space-time

now bad boy meteors swerve my way like vultures

passerby gas giants rubberneck in their careful orbits

and i sink deep, deep into the fabric of everything

infinity-bound ego launch towards the stars pouring like

an ocean into a pond pouring into the void into the approaching

singularity

my isthmic advance into the cosmos goes on so burdened the mass collecting

around my face somehow smaller i push and swim to the asymptote of existence i hope

you know the rules when the rules start breaking hope you paid attention in astro 101 because now

enlightenment must bend around me and all that

distinguishes me begins the

breach

Oh

I am the cosmos

Oh

To be a self is so distant from reality

Significant Others

We grow accustomed to ourselves

the way a plant gradually leans sun-ward,

for which a word was made – heliotropism.

We get used to the practice of words,

forget how each primal enunciation

wove a metaphor to hang in the mind’s atmosphere,

to stretch by like a shaft of sunlight embodied in dust motes.

I should hold off,

wait on the fruit of this afternoon

before speaking my mind.

Let’s sit, let’s let

the unspoken bud and blossom.

We are like a drop of sweat flung from summer’s brow, you and I,

slipping down the sky-to-earth arc of a blade of grass.

(composed for line-break workshop at Poet's House)