Monday, February 09, 2009

Orbital Daydream


Your hair decorates the jet-steam high
Mountains cap my thoughts below
The earth is apple and you the sky
And I can’t read the things you know

We are stick figures made of paint
Under candle dripping wax moon waning
Our footsteps pace the snow to taint
Parade and melt the days remaining

You heed the lights and traffic signs
Divide the angles in amber rust
I ride the ghost between the lines
Failing tangent tracks to trust

We track the wind that winds the clocks
Tack and trail and hoist the sails
That drive us further from the docks
Where tethers flap an empty jail

Your hair decorates the gulf-stream green
Chasms yawn my thoughts deny
That earth is apple and you the dream
And I can’t breathe this studded sky


*and furthermore...

technodelta blues come blow your horn
miles above where you were born
where the sun is seen before the morn
and all earthbound tethers shorn


* 6th stanza courtesy of my sage blog friend Yodood

6 comments:

Yodood said...

technodelta blues come blow your horn
miles above where you were born
where the sun is seen before the morn
and all earthbound tethers shorn

Candie Bracci said...

Another one to add to the best.

Your poetry is very amazing,you're one of the ones of who we will be talking about longer after you've been gone..If paper can burn,technology has a memory.

Love it

;)

Pisces Iscariot said...

Thank you Candie - let's hope I won't be gone too soon :)

Princess Haiku said...

This one rocks!

CherryPie said...

I agree with the others it is lovely :-)

James Higham said...

Amber rust - nice one.