How a star behaves

it glitters
splinters
dusts and glows
watching us
move to and fro
like a diamond
upon a ring of night
taking account
of joy and fright
In sadness, in glee
reading the stories
between you and me

this is how a star behaves
a silent observer
of our lives

:Eleanor Rigby: (Beatles / Remade by Godhead)

"Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?" - Paul McCartney


Eleanor and I
sit by the window sill
peering out at the world
never peering back
We make up conversation
sweet and chipper cherry
red delicious conversation
but the world
will not converse back
We have swept the floor oft
we have ironed every curtain
we have scrubbed the floor
till our knees wouldn't bend out
and still
the world will not come knocking
So when the days chores are done
when all is filled, folded and flat
we sit and stare out the window
hoping to find the world
is staring back

Nothing

Our world is always buzzzing
Streets are always filled
Walkways are always trampled
Electronics always blaring
Phones are always talking
and copiers always hum
Sleep is always dreaming
and the waker always thinking
Constant movement and being
always possessing the latest now
and it makes me wonder

about nothing

there is no space for nothing
the quiet sense of absolute
surrendering to silence
and the obliteration of being.

nothing || is not there.

Apartment 1

The day
begins with:
echos of life
racing down asphalt
warm coffee in hand
and not enough sleep.
and the pitter patter of neighbors' dogs
old couch cushions tilting
and my love handing out kisses
as we head out into the frey.
The night
ends with:
the next doors talking to loud
the across the courtyard
conversing on cellphones disregarding echo
while two floors up an argument flares.
In the alleyway
dog tags jingle
for one last
sniff before bed
and
inside this Apartment
is life
snuggling up for a
crime show episode
and dinner on the fly.

Ca•no•rous \kuh-NOR-us; KAN-or-uhs\

It slips,
sips, 
and saunters
across the way
up the stairs
of my soul
resonating
with each memory,
moment and meticulously
kept secret.
It curves
verves, and vibrates
melodic and methodic-
all in its tenor 
and embrace.
I am speechless, 
rendered helpless
to visions and vexations
tears and frustrations.
I sway, dip
spin and twirl
My body not my own
as it moves in, 
out, 
and through me.
Up and down
mixing emotion 
and sound
until
I cannot
stand: Music