January

A blue moon is in the dark place

in-between lighting fires and

seperating from the day. 

 

Moonlight is not sheer tonight,
rather, it evaporates

before clearing rooftops.

 

This night, the first of 2012,

is a sheet and it makes breathing

difficult.

 

Before rising out of our skin,

our blood is lunar blue,

beautiful and clear of oxygen.

Reviews

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

this poem shares an electron with Tolstoy and Escher, and that's no small feat

[James Paulin]

Your analogies are unique and just obscure enough to challenge the imagination into unexplored dimensions. Few writers can accomplish this well enough to hurdle the obstacle of loss of interest. I find my own writing leaning away from this type of complexity as I tend to interlace other subtle aspects. Your style is intellectual and refined.

[Chris]

"tongiht"?

This one read very well - aloud...
and had the aftertaste of heart.