Cut By Glass, Falling From Cell To Manage DNA
Topic: Cut By Glass, Falling...
Colors blocked
To find my favorite shade of gray
Not to prefer the same crowded stages
Cut by glass, falling from cells to manage DNA
While plans are lit down sidewalks,
Sideways in the nearness of photographs
Notes and souvenirs written by open chords in this wintertime
Compasses still draw imperfect circles
Sketched with lines imbalanced like moonlight
As a voice pressing against it in the wake passing
Then living with an image and images from books
Studies placed by both hands
As pictures are recognized while walking along riverbeds
And streams
With a ribbon to tie, fading into ends

Nathaniel Raymond Slover

And Discs Between The Scissors Blades
Topic: And Discs Between The...
Typing on offset keys printing letters over additions and sums
While then improvising poems that are distracting my moods
Finding them in my favorite shades of gray
That set uncovered scythes now change the time
Transforming in congruent lines dressed in headlights
Impossible
Unparallel
And discs between the scissors blades
Cutting images from paper scraps and articles to stand out seen in the crowded lines
Moving like water waves an endless retreat
While scratching out signatures in cursive to be washed away at island homes
East of this post script
A misspelled word no one knows
Red roses mark the page as bookmarks
That are reminding me of what it means

Nathaniel Raymond Slover

Look Down And Tell Me A Story
Topic: Look Down And Tell Me...
Look down and tell me a story
Of how you’re feeling right now
Drop all the vowels
And spell it out to me
I’ve seen your lost letters
Sent with blank messages of disregard for what it is
And I always see the same signature that doesn’t belong to you
I’ll line them on my wall
Stare and read them one by one
And try to draw what I can from your unknowns
You have a million faces and a million places
And you wont even give me one

Nathaniel Raymond Slover

In A Land Of Silhouettes With No Ones End But Many
Topic: In A Land Of Silhouet...
Please let me close my eyes through the sunset
I know it will hurt too much to concern myself with
I promise I’ll see you again in the morning
Let me lay my head down on your shoulder
And I’ll follow my dreams throughout dark hallways
As they take me closer to an open door
A door of weathered glass
Leading me to a place
Of distorted tides and a scratched imagination as I wanted to see
Please speak soft like a promise kept
In a land of silhouettes with no ones end but many
I’ll save this for my last
Last request to you

Nathaniel Raymond Slover

Don?t Rest Your Hands Against The Mirror
Topic: Don?t Rest Your Hands...
Don’t rest your hands against the mirror
For it will break
You will see your face
In a million, different pieces
In the middle of your floor
Don’t move the parts
As they form pictures
Of broken words, lost letters, pushed over the cliff
To cover desperate emotions
For the emotionless

Nathaniel Raymond Slover

I Wasn?t Ignorant Only Hopeful
Topic: I Wasn?t Ignorant Only...
Your lullaby is crossed out with a black ink
As it slips through the back of my mind
I can’t feel its heartbeat beating anymore
As I draw out distorted lines
On the back of your photograph
I see nothing I can find
Don’t get lost here where there is no intermission
Don’t close your eyes to fall asleep
I wasn’t ignorant
Only hopeful

Nathaniel Raymond Slover

As They Pass Away Unseen
Topic: As They Pass Away Un...
I will bleed again this time
As I cross the same burning bridges
While they fall
They fall with sorrow
And no attention to those around
There is no one watching
Waiting for what to happen next
No one but one
To see me open vacant eyes
Colored with only shades of black
Then cuts the ribbon too short to cover
This story is nothing
Only something fading
With broken words that hold no blemish
No flaw or error is noticed
As they pass away unseen

Nathaniel Raymond Slover

I?m Not Ready To Cross Out These Eyes And See The World In Red Lines
Topic: I?m Not Ready To Cross...
I stand alone
In this dark night
Watching speeding cars go by
On this old country road
While headlights form mirrors from dust
And stars in the moonlight
And I remember faces of past and before
I choose against this transfer of life
While the bled look down
I’m not ready to cross out these eyes
And see the world in red lines
Without drifting limits or bounds
Of any imagination

Nathaniel Raymond Slover

Always In Movies Killing The Ones They Love
Topic: Always In Movies...

Always in movies killing the ones they love
To keep them from a scythe
While I cover their eyes as they do hoping to be happy
Bleeding from their mouths are cutout singing
Into notes and memories of archangels
May we walk
As they can disappear tonight lay dying with daggers defined as smaller swords
Then without cutting the scenes that adjust the script into falling leaves
Am I having a conversation with the murderer to change their mind
And let down the scythe
But characters are over the top and can’t be real
And as the curtains close we see passing skylines like December,
We are like December in phrases,
We are

Nathaniel Raymond Slover

Gravity Is The Sound Of Falling Bombs
Topic: Gravity Is The Sound...
Gravity is the sound of falling bombs
And sirens from another room
That frowns over clouds to be shaken in time
With the distance of airplanes coming
I thought about the aftermath of evacuations sent in zeros and ones
From apartments or basements, posters on the walls
Promising that back alleyways are gallows hanging soldiers while they sleep
Not acting in plays like bleeding
But highlights records that are rusted with scratches
And letting it spin by your photograph inked in the wake of sunlight then passing
Like fire-resistant models are monitored by thieves, murderer’s sudden planning
Voices and shadows are journals written on floorboards
Left to be like water in my lungs
Typing on papers scraps in love is disappointing to say farewell
Then kiss me goodnight

Nathaniel Raymond Slover