because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse



when this still-beating thing
underneath my ribcage grows
roots enough to grab
onto something worth
grabbing; when those roots
turn tough enough to send
their snaking fibers back
up into its sagging walls; when
those slips of fiber become
ropes to bind and hold and
hang, then,
a single bubble squeezed
from the microscopic cracks
between serum and soul will rise free
and from the depths of this chest
go whistling through windpipes and
saliva to form a solitary
syllable on tongue-whet lips:


7 responses

  1. this is lovely and inspiring

    January 19, 2010 at 4:54 pm

  2. This poem is very smart and simply beautiful.

    pax vobiscum,

    January 20, 2010 at 9:17 am

    • thanks, dean. and also with you!

      January 21, 2010 at 12:13 pm

  3. surly

    when you put it down so delicately as you just did

    January 20, 2010 at 9:21 am

  4. Wow, of course I always dig your stuff, but the flow and timing on this one really rocked my world!!

    January 22, 2010 at 4:37 pm

  5. good to see this…

    February 2, 2010 at 5:16 pm


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