Friday, June 12, 2009


she sat perpendicular
to my
point of view
an obtuse angle
sine, cosine, tangent
her words were on another
parallel and
to my own spatial
equality, addition, multiplication

the logic is all there
the processes proven
we just need to

and find the sum
of all things

Saturday, June 6, 2009

A place to rest

the calendar
is two months behind
my memory
is failing all the time

who am I again?
and where do I belong?
who am I again?
and who was I before?

the impressions of the past
lead me lower to the floor
while my will is slowly heading
for the door

and the answers that I seek
are escaping as we speak
so I think I'll lie down
and close my eyes

and sleep

for the final time