Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into an artifice of eternity.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014


~After Haruki Murakami~


The last time I died was in a well
I fell into like falling out of memory –

It was midsummer in the yellow days
and the unmown meadow was at sea.

I forget how I lost my way en route
to finding my way back to you,

but darkness dropped and the lungs
closed round my unheard cries.


susan t. landry said...

beautiful, john.

Penal-Colony said...

Thank You, Susan.

I hope you and James are keeping well.