decay of human genealogy

i feel my age most in my teeth;
the slowly sore swelling of time,
the inevitability of tooth decay

i feel your love most through the night.
bright, daydream drenched days,
hours i wish to share, bares no fruit

i feel the fallen world through the floor,
that load i could be forced to hold,
that gravity in gardens east of eden

i feel the mark through descendants of cain:
pain, suffering, and toiling in vain
in some still exist the broken brother,
the fragile farmer,
the hungry hunter,
the empty vessel

the other world

the other world has received me

making off with the keys to my cell

telling all of my acquaintances i've gone

the book took me under a silvery surface


i wondered what lay beneath but now regret

seeing my backward reflection, darkened, dim

simulate the child but he's gone

inflate the ego till it's full of false hope


through endless accounts of my tragedy

the exhausting tales tread stagnant water

and i'm falling into half finished holes

hollowed out by doubt and a desperate devil


several more days and i know

i will swallow the sun and the stars

singing, "glory sweet glory,

i'll get where i'm going when i go"