chiaroscuro

I am the person riding the shadows No one sees me at first But once the sun dial hits the ground Only then will they know That time is insane and I live If eyes are nitroglycerin and hearts are clocks Then this world is a chittering pipe bomb Electronic ticking in my bloodstream Marble fingers dancing over my jugular They say the sea only uncombs her hair at night Rippling over the undercurrent Shells and mollusks like gems in her lavish curls Spilling on to the golden skin of the beach You can learn a lot from diary entries By the scribbles on the paper Ink for the confident and lead for the confused And doodles for the abstract Dust, dust, so much dust On my fingers and tabletop Why are specks of matter everywhere Specks of obscurity or substance? Old faces are worse than old memories For there are 43 muscles in the face That could make either ten thousand smiles Or tell ten thousand lies Play me a memory on white and bl

I am a million miles away from you And so I watch the moon at the dead of night Hoping that somehow, somewhere You could be watching her face too There is something to be said about a name A word to make a person People have words, words have people People make words and words make people Bated breath bodes beautifully for brethren We wait in anticipation for each kin A hummingbird in my chest Beating its veiny wings of crimson Butterfly heartbeats in a living cage We walk the rope bridge over the canyon Sometimes he moves slowly, other times fast And I'm not sure if I want to keep up with him The ice fish are swimming in the sky Lighting up your face like moonlight on water Your eyes are wide and bright with amazement And then you suddenly became a thief If your hands are nitroglycerin Then I am burning alive in your touch Your eyes are slitted red rubies And your wicked grin is frightening but not terrifying The sun ma