Friday, September 27, 2013

September Travel

September Travel

The ghost of geography
guides me through the meadow
of tempting poppies 
and Black-eyed Susans.
She takes my hand
through the electron ether
without the taint of contact
to poison our thoughts.
How do you tighten your grip,
with no pressure
between the topography
of our hands?
I look to my feet
to check if the path is tread,
and if the destination
is recorded.
Is there a tan manuscript
rotting on a shelf
or beneath the flowing sand
that maps our love?
She guides me through the atlas,
tearing pages from their binding
and breaching the bandwidth
of the bridge we emitted across.  

-Robert L. Jackson

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Relics


Relics

Do the royal lineages
require more glimmer and detail
to become inspired?
They bring as luggage
a portable alter
laden with fierce images and deep oceans
of molded metal and polished gems
piercing holes
that they hope will leak out
the heavens.
The skulls and fore arms
of saints 
and the splinters 
of deadly scaffolding
lie in windows
ordained with visions
that instill their worth.

-Robert L. Jackson III