space Poems and Poetry

a different place

kpaul.mallasch — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 03:32:15 -0700

a different place
a different space
in the timeline, i
slip and slide
forward and
get it out
in words,
looking in-
ward to ward
off the upwards
momentum of falling
toward outer space, of
falling off the planet but i
am in a different place, i
am a different man, i am
the same man in a different
spot of time so changed a
little but still the same man
at heart maybe
wiser hopefully
not as foolhardy
or hardly able to
see through the

stargazer

kpaul.mallasch — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 03:08:23 -0700

stargazer,
night time
slayer of
words and
thought and
too often caught
at the wrong time
in his life - he was
able to see the far
away stars as if they
were near and the near
stars as if they were very
far and when he landed on
the planet earth he soon saw
that this power, this ability of his
translated to people as well and he
could see bad things as if they were
small things and good things as if
they were things that could truly

math of the moon

kpaul.mallasch — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 00:43:58 -0700

and the math
of the moon
made the
mood of
the room
seem like
swooning
is swimming
in the reality of
dreams and the
beams of the found-
ation of this house, of
this building we build -

horticulture

kpaul.mallasch — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 16:21:36 -0600

i am the poem-
flower, growing
best with shelter,
light from the less
harsh moon - more
room for my deep roots,
my tendrils sinking into the
earth to spread out and grow.

(my thoughts sinking like electricity
into the sand on the beach...so out
of reach...)

timespace

kpaul.mallasch — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 18:39:56 -0600

give me a picture
give me a place
give me a pasture
give me a taste

timespace that
namespace
occupied
- from
which
i pluck
poke and
prod at moments
already happened -
and those not yet
arrived, aka thoughts.

the poetry of life
is visible sometimes -
the right time of day, the
right amount of light coming
through a hole in the clouds, the
sound of laughter in the distance, or
a voice whispering in your ear...

out back counting stars

kpaul.mallasch — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 20:46:25 -0600

out back
counting
stars, lying
back on a
swing,
staring
up -
trying to
stir feelings
of being afloat
on the open sea
in a dinghy perhaps,
just a rucksack to
take short naps.

the metal bar
holding the
swing takes
away from
the illusion
a bit, but
the
rocking
motion
slight back
and forth...

time spin

kpaul.mallasch — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 19:47:42 -0600

and the world
continues to spin.

intense feelings
dull, get weaker.

the solitude was
palatable in the
rooms - the way
he walked thru
them.

and time is a funny
concept maybe.
unrelenting
moments
slipping
forward.

marooned
on the moon
in june, the hero,
or hapless space-
poet, ponders with
perplexing propensity
continuing sending
messages to the
universe at large
and calling it
poetry.

space man abides

kpaul.mallasch — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 14:45:01 -0600

trapped with one foot
on the earth and the
other in outer space.

not the solar system,
but way out there where
stars collide and it's es-
pecially cold and barren.

and it's a feat to be able
to exist in two realms at
once, but as the planet
spins, my foot slips off.

earthbound dreamer,
downtown feeler,
terrestial feeder;

all these things
let me know
where my
home is

space beyond the moon

kpaul.mallasch — Sun, 28 Oct 2007 00:23:47 -0600

the string theory study
paid off in the end as i
was able to find a way
to nudge myself into
the fifth dimension
as a way to escape
the moon. for a time
anyway. i still seem
to have a link to the
moon in the third
dimension via
the fourth -
which is,
of course,
time.