Author Archives: urbansonnets

Just as Prester John, on the fringes of memory and legend, I inhabitthose same mental gardens of hate and love,trapped in dream and unable to nab it:Crescendo, damn it – crescendo of light – I’m not scared of true movement, only truthwhich reveals… Continue reading →

I went to sleep with formulas writtenin my eyes, but I could hardly read them;the symbols were strange, the message hidden,but all meanings will come when I need them:Am I feeling impatient, though, for change? The springtime wind feels awful refr… Continue reading →

An efficient excision really helps,when you narrow your sights to the openair between Moon and Master – the heart yelps -and the spirit cuts down on chains broken:Which though rusted and broke can still confine, until you notice that feet, firm on… Continue reading →

I just eye-witnessed a funeral marchjump out of stale air to deaden the spacebetween the cosmic and the whispers, archin its own fogginess like liquid lace:One spirit said to me, “Take this damn key; I can’t bear to open what I can’t see.”One kind… Continue reading →

There is so much energy in the crutchbetween util- and futil-ity whenhope dissipates into look-but-don’t-touchshowiness for the sake of attention:Tragicomic, really, in our modern sense of the term, which has very littleto do with kings and queens… Continue reading →

Taquería La Cumbre – What a name!I respect that you take your craft to heightsunknown by the steady palettes that aimto put and pay a price on heaven’s nights:Steadiness in the eye like off TV’s, looseness in the hand like a marble jointbetween ti… Continue reading →

Train back to trained hands on deck and on course. Refrain from biting the tongue and not pen.Constant heart beating for better or worse,times these rhymes within their metered oven:You can smell the future words cooking up while the water in the … Continue reading →

Lucid is an interesting word to use;it often describes clarity, not light,as if these things are equally diffusein this space touched in the front of my sight:But light is heavy with insight sometimes, and I’m feeling lucid on that level,like word… Continue reading →

I aim to be quiet, quick like live flame,for a quiet mind is the quickest mind -not quiet in a sense of voiceless shame,nor quick in terms of the speed of the grind:No, I mean quiet and quick as live flame, (controlled on a wick) that flashes, flu… Continue reading →

Looking like a stained glass reverie tree. Tasting like congealed suet and sugar.Flailing like a lukewarm morning breeze, freefrom hating life because I mistook her:All of that. I embody today, plusthe vacant seats of languid onlookers, whom I’ve … Continue reading →