Absent Anthems

(All in the in-betweens)

Staring through green as tides hide between

An absent anthem set the motion
Whispered in our ears,
Fall from grace, now get up and whip that face,
Telling us things we don't wish to hear.

6:23 in the morning and I'm drawing circles on the frost bitten window. An emerald
flavored photon stirs my lens. It makes me smile and while returning to biting my nails,
shivering, and waiting for my blood to rest when the ice breaks into pieces, shattering the
nurse my vessel laid rest upon. I rolled up the windows just in time to beat the water from
rushing in. While the car sank deeper and deeper I manage to salvage a station, from the
nineteen fifties. Beyond the Sea was the synchronous track, took me far ahead to a time
in my past. And I awaken pre-REM and caught between two worlds – held together by an
umbilical cord.

When the shift ended, they walked away

You spin in your chair to greet my eyes
With a look I had seen before in a dream
I jump to my feet, shake the listless, clap my hands,
And demand the next scene.

1:51 behind the sun and I should have left well enough alone. I awoke in a foggy dessert
surrounded by cattails and now I'm off gathering stones. Formulating formulas and
solving riddles by taste testing colors, I'm looking for the ancient home. I crawl to the
river on my knees, pan my hands for a drink, and catch a glimpse of pure intention in the
form of an origami vessel. The pedals are vibrant, orange and yellow, the taste of ashes,
the smell of rain, adds life to my memory while reminding me that we're not all the same.

Waiting, watching, thinking, dying

Watching, waiting, thinking, dying

(Crack the window, please)

By David Powers
January 4th, 2008