The "Life" Series

Still Life

There is a cold breeze

sifting through the air;

a sleepless silence that passes

by day and night;

trees that remain solid and 

firm like a statue;

while their leaves dance to

this breeze... and wind. 

This is a still life, 

after all. 

Shelf Life

Not long before confining myself in this box, 

I was out there, sitting in a desk... observing 

things: books neatly stacked in one moment, 

but checked out the next moment. A woman 

dressed in black and light blue, seated and on her

phone; a cubical, a front desk, and three people

moving in silence. 

Everything out there changes and waves like

a river at night. But now that I have confined

myself in this box, there is no smell, except 

my hand and its touch of smooth wood. The 

green and brown grass stands still as the flurries 

descend down from this chilled moment. 

Gravity

Gravity

Surrounded by an asteroid field

that doesn't seem to sleep, 

I float around stars and space 

trying to make that first leap. 

One asteroid is plump, the other 

is of tude, the third is buff, and the 

last is a newbie. 

Then there's me: the floater, 

who dubs himself, the "noter."

who watches everything in silence 

and witnesses the most violence. 

So I can't close these words like

an empty sky full of birds. 

I'll just leave it right here

to go catch a beer.