visiting me…
i have suffered under the mime
his lips moving without sentiment, true heart
hardened emotionless
as hands moved, trapped in the universe of quiet drama
blameless in raw expression
a theatre of masquerade
it was i who misbehaved
yes, i am depraved
contrived in a skin that does not fit in
the space in which i live sometimes real
sometimes not
bubbles burst in intricate movements
splattering their thirst on my lips
we then travel in the relics of laughter
those i've pasted to my heart
chanting in a flavor unknown to many
a myth that refuses to remain hidden
i see beyond the mysterious of my manner
shy is the persuasion that speaks
in deliberate encoded messages
few can read between my lines of ghostly flesh
searching for a horizon they do not know
but it's there
in the hazel eyes of me:[an oracle]
painted upon my heels in midnight affair blue
dressed bare is the smell of fire
measured fragrantly in seas of coconut
crisply whispered to sailing sheets of music
wrapped loosely, see through around my soul
i breathe in like a tourist, visiting me…
"Poetry is the utterance of deep and heart-felt truth -
the true poet is very near the oracle."
~ Edwin Hubbel Chapin ~
©tk 6.30.2009











Your writing is always an intricate work of art...
Yeah, I'm a fan! *claps*