Gnus don't kill people

I was always very good at spelling.

I guess I have a bit of a word fervour/fascination/fetish. Reviewing this blog, I see it is time to admit this. Not in any literary way, and I'm certainly not an aspiring poet. I just dig words. Whimsical wordplays and heartrending ambiguities. On a toilet wall today I saw this beautiful bit of wordly wonder:
"My love, you have it all."
And my mind and guts went racing.
The epitome of romance? A cavalier critique of a wealthy person? A phrase uttered by an old wife offering her husband the last portion of cake? Or someone lost, devout and broken?

So sorry for the self-indulgence (the very nature of blogging, surely), but I thought I'd throw some words about on this post...

Here they are. Words:


I let my day fall away
I looked up to the moon
And I felt like something somewhere
Was completing

I head bedward nightly by lamplight
My night-sight is not so good you see

I've learned life should be light

Life should be light
Life should be lit
Life should be lighted on
And have lightness
Be set alight
Lighten
Then alight


A mouth unopened
Words unspoken

A harder ardour

No such profundity under me
As under-tree fecundity
I don't care to air the finer points


Solutions are liquid
As are spirits

I fell in a well
I felt sound
I fell still
I drowned in a well
I fell still
I felt both well and sound and also still


I look into her eyes and ice grips and plies
Her porcelain brow draws snow from the skies
Sleet stinging skin and frost flakes within
Driving a blizzard and biting my spine.
Imagine her at altitude.


-Yuri