A New Poem

Something relatively new both in content and style

Impression: Sunrise, 2007

I

I cannot breathe
the air here stinks
of rotted root and sawdust

II
Where the end was
it still is sharp
and deeply visible
limned against the sky
a ragged wound

III
You wish
you could
speak to
flowers
static
and
alone

IV
who thought the ice flowed
who knew the cracking song
of water shattering

V
the red eyes
do not see
and light up the red night
each time my eyes
snatch open

VI
suddenly the one I knew
I thought blind
and stood him naked
on the shore
for the breeze
above