untitled.

images muffled by vacant obscurity
entranced by a silver tongued dichotomy


sharp like bruised tact, a tic intermittent
the sign reads, we’re open at six


the fervent ones, riding each leaden gulp
purring and wet just after 3:00 a.m.


drown by the moon, her fluorescent stare
drinking the inky sheen in sheer resolve


there exposed, quiet like milky thighs
impending three times three distinct slaps


motion and stillness are momentarily magnified
then swallowed inside the ticking clock




©10.29.2010 heather brager 




(photo by Anaris88 via deviantart.com)

Delays.

their routine departures
the left is right, ambidextrous
compounded and condensed
mountainous country to city escapes
halting a destination
by patchwork exits
and liquor’s no solution
for voices bellowing overhead
edgy, just lying in the wait
for breathing to commence

©10.26.2010 heather brager 

Just so.

i’m tying small knots
a macramé of indigenous drifts

pandering subtle threads
of ferocious softness

i'm slipping inevitable strings
and bonding supple thoughts

knitting an invisible net
by needling noiseless doubt

securing gaps in space
with a tapestry of screens

i’m fraying at the edges
and smoothing all the seams


©9.30.2010 heather brager 

The waiting.

the room

could be a vacant tomb

an empty box

shipped over ground

from somewhere

beyond the range



and the freezing

sheets are smooth

and vast across

empty miles and miles

of damp and hungry neglect

against her legs



...but a table

is ready and waiting

dust on the dishes

frost on the panes

as and she longs

to glide beneath

winter’s looming

atmospheric change





©9.16.2010 heather brager

To fall.

they plunged close to the surface
cupped hands and open mouths
silhouettes of birds skimming over
then swooping skyward's gradient
and ladling amber clouds

leaves settled an autumnal blanket
wandering on glassine reflections
swelling wings and sinking sunlight
with other vistas left to the distance

currents drifted over peaks and east
falling, lapping at the sharp edges
resisting chills that crept through the screens
echoing through the gloomy canyons
and decomposing summer’s damages

© heather brager 9.9.2010

Predictable irrationality.

step back from the perimeter
with your simplistic twist
of scrawled and fractured practicalities

there is futile sanity
within the tepid oscillation
you dangle-swing
a predictable pendulum

you know this worth
these words flee from my lips
with adjunct effected reiteration

slink backwards to your
shaky corner and coil
amidst your trembling
and fallacious sanctum

© heather brager 9.2.2010

within perspective.

from up where the world
expands vast with highs and lows
dips dark and elevation dazzling
with breaks in shadow formed under vapor
suspended gnarls depicting elegant endurance
clutch the overhangs in place

on the ground, with the grit of independence
the slurry of safety in anonymity
the air sultry with expectancy and
sirens threaten the distance, with late-night cracks
slapping the scene from its knees on the floor


midway though, a window is opened
and she rinses a dinner plate and fork
questioning the subtle ache in her chest
reluctant to settle, somewhere under the lights
she considers expanding the views
and with wet hands, tosses her scrutiny



© heather brager 8.16.2010