Tanka - Steampunk
Burning heart of Steam
Drives on a mad soul of steel
I am War Machine
Driven by ghosts of the dead
I travel down spectral tracks
-07/17/2007
Tanka
Too tired
For this much thought
Mental flood
Words keep swimming through
The ocean of my mind
-07/25/2007
Tanka
These pages, too stiff
They don’t represent my words
Don’t say what I mean
But do I mean what I say
When I write on these pages?
-07/13/2007
Carrying Your Ghost #24
I still remember
The first day
We became
Friends
And the
Last time
I ever
Saw you
Even as
The times between
Seem to fade
To grey
That first day
A sunny afternoon
You and that
Damn bike
Broken down
On the side
Of the
Road
And I
Stopped to see
If I
Could help
Not knowing
That we
Would never
Stop
Working on it
And that
Last time
A chilly Fall
Evening
Me, smoking cigarettes
Under the stars
Just trying to
Get the nerve
To see you
In that box
Though it wasn’t
Really you
Just a
Mannequin
To remember
You by
But now
I know
That how
We started
Or how we
Finished
Wasn’t what
Really mattered
It was just
The in between
That meant
Everything
-08/13/2007
Carrying Your Ghost #23
I’ve been driving
Around this
Old town
Looking at
Everything that’s
Changed
And everything
That is so
Terrifyingly
The same
And I think
That in a time
Not so
Far away
This place
Will have forgotten
Everything
That was
Who we were
And the lives
We lived
And what it
All meant
And I wonder
What will
Become then
Of the two
Of us
Just a pair
Of old ghosts
Without a
Memory
To spare
-08/07/2007
Carrying Your Ghost #22
I look at
Your grave
Every time I
Drive by
But I still
Haven’t stopped
Yet
I like to say
It’s because
I’ve just been
Too busy
That there’s
Just been
Too much
To do
But I know
The reality is
I’ve just been
Avoiding
The reality
That lies
Under six feet
Of bone dry
Prairie
Dirt
-08/06/2007
Tanka
Leather bound notebook
Page by page, crafted by hand
Made to hold my thoughts
You offer me your blank sheets
And I offer, only words
-07/01/2007
Carrying Your Ghost #21
I was asked
About you
And I had
Problems
Answering the
Question
And I have
To wonder
Why?
Has it been
So long
That I am
Really starting
To forget
You?
And if
I am
Then what’s
The point
Of keeping your
Memory
If the memories
Themselves
Are no more
Real
Than
The idea
Of your
Ghost?
-08/05/2007
Carrying Your Ghost #20
Here I am
For what
It’s worth
And I’m
Not sure
What to do
That’s the
Truth
In fact
At this moment
Even my
Pen
Wants to fail
I guess
I thought
Somehow
I would know
What to
Do
When I
Made it
Back
Somehow I
Thought
That all
These words
I’ve been
Writing
Would magically
Provide
All the
Answers
But there’s still
Only questions
Like what about
The fact
That I
Am still
Carrying
Your
Ghost?
-08/04/2007
