I believed in you.
Monuments built out of sand-
Crumbling in the tide.
There’s a space between these sheets of life.
And shards of aching wind blow through it.
I wonder today what I can do to avoid that space.
The sheets billow with crystallized moans and cries – memories
It was a mutiny. They shot me.
Are you still there?
Where are the heart shaped stones we threw?
Do you keep them in glass boxes?
I wonder what I shall do today to avoid the space.
Shall I sing or
Shall I scream or
Shall I tear into you with rhyme
Shall I commit my favorite crime?
Shadows follow me.
So I follow them back.
And I find you weeping.
Was I the harlot and you the widow?
What shall I do to avoid the space?
Shall I dance?
Shall I burn papers?
Shall I draw pictures of death?
The sheets rip back and
It leaks blood and tears and words.
And shards of aching wind blow through it.
I wonder what there is to do to avoid that space.
Are you Pandora’s Box?
Sweet little cries and thick rasping screeches pass through
It was a mutiny.
They shot me.
The bullet went all the way through and pierced somebody’s curtains.
Are you the hurricane or am I?
Lane Katherine Eddington
September 10, 1997
Walking through a cacophony of
On a sunny Saturday
With no particular intentions—
I come upon truth
Within the random;
Walking between words, between sentences
Weaving a conversation
Through whole city blocks of
It occurs to me that this
Is just ordinary madness.
Just inconsequential chaos.
The fact that we can read it-
See through the mobs like mathmeticians-
That we can understand the
In something like infinity,
That we can conversate across
The ragingly diverse-
This incomprehensible circus-
And bring order to the tragic-
Doesn’t make us delirious;
It makes us magic.
Copyright Lane DiBlasi 2017
Between the lines of insanity and sanity lie tiny threads of knowingness
They float like wisps of cotton in the wind, of my mind
And sitting there on one is something you said to me
Which I grab and hold, in its tiny frailness, and keep it near…
Put it in a pouch which I carry around my neck
For protection against villainous worlds of people
Who would undo my joy —
This tiny sparkle, a simple statement
Is the hardest diamond truth and laughs off lasers like the lightning of God
Your words to me were only brief,
A sigh, as in the midst of sleep, almost a dreamed thought in the night…
So quiet, unobtrusive as a lark, perched on the highest branch of life
It reached my ears like caverns, where one whisper would awaken much
That’s parched with silence, listening…
Until the very heart is dry and cracked and cannot beat but waits
With one full glass of tears to cry if one sound could be heard.
And then the roar of that one sound
Echoing through, to bring
An avalanche of life
You simply said…
”I love you.”
January 15, 2004
Photo by Toy Elephant Photography
This sofa is the color of complacency.
The room is the temperature of failure.
Your eyes speak volumes of empty white pages
Books on the shelf, by the hundreds, screaming through sealed mouths
Your hands fold themselves in a secret
How can I understand you when you won’t talk?
How can I make it rain when you keep oxygen imprisoned in a glass jar?
How can I love you when love is made of truth, and you take the Fifth Amendment?
You simply stopped, like a period stopping my sentence.
Like an unsubscribe request-
Unable to Forward, No One Lives Here, Cease and Desist.
I am broken by your inability to finish this line
I am silenced by your silence
I speak into a glass room where even the sun needs a password to enter,
And that password is buried
Under a nondescript expression
An invisible cloak of pretense,
A hundred miles from civilization
At the bottom
Of the world.
rocking chair rocks unamused by my snoring and the cat purring like a small
steam engine in training
my coffee is cold and dark my thoughts
like a derelict I’m dreaming in pornographic colors
why all this madness in the morning, I was supposed to be writing a letter to my conscience
to say I’m sorry for the way I treated you last night
sorry for the way I shouted into the stratosphere
I was drunk, or my watch was on backwards… one of the two
centuries pass and I’m still asleep waiting for
the girl to come back who
I was? and she? was never meant to be me
and the boy who held my love in a paper cup
drowned in my dream
but this is just a piece of my intricate eccentricity…
but the puzzle screams incomplete
November 18, 2000
Photo: Elisabeth Donaldson photographed by Ruth Chapa
Screaming through dreaming I find my floor again
Are you going to let me drown or
Can love save us?
Through spirals, grief, despair, puzzles and wrong answers, I search for You, for Us, for magic and fairy dust, but the leaves from the tree of life don’t turn into money so I ….. cry.
Are we doomed
Are we paper burning in a fire
Can the trap turn into a carnival
Can this carnival really be a trap?
Why isn’t Love a Swiss Army knife to unlock all doors? I thought
It was the Garden of Eden
Now it’s just weeds
I want butterflies and you say, we have ants would that be ok?
I am flying in whorls of panic, anxiety, despair, you are trapped in a traffic jam between here and Hell
I love you. That never changed. I am going to live, that is now changing.
I am change.
I am mighty.
I am life.
The spiders ate the rest of the birthday cake.
I’m going to go breathe, now. See you later.