Chapultepec

Step forward
open your eyes
embrace the butterflies
on the precipice 

Look down
on the past
out Into the future,
realease

cabin pressure
narrowed 
ear canals
don't listen

forced air
persists
eyes dry
don't look

observe 
with your minds eye
open, mindful
inside out

remove 
bandages
boundaries
transient experiences

Live your rhythm. 

©2012 Sean Muzzy

juste à temps

hush
cold marble
stairs always
make me whisper
thickets, run alone
near riverside
liars and thieves
are silent
invisible
in this drab wilderness
then, the sun
that kisses
peering daffodils
turns its glare
on us.

cool river goddess

am i the prey
in your river
of coolness?
or am i the one
who lies?
as the sun fades
crickets chirp
tides turn
slowly, my eyes
trace the surface
of your silken beauty
majestic strands
deep and luscious
i'm not scared
of the dance
together in the night
sweet passion ensues
you are not cold
safe, warm, triumphant
we are one
the feast is ours
and we want more
of the cool river
where our hearts
are free.


©2010 Sean Muzzy

in the absence of you
i sit in darkness
waiting patiently
with all the little birds
as they await sunrise
i rest my eyes
dream of your soft skin
gentle embrace
your smiling face
our hands intertwine
our lips meet

in the absence of you
i sit in darkness

don't want to share the sun
with anyone else.


(written a long time ago, outside,
before dawn, in a tiny notebook.)

Here She Comes Now

Here she ever comes now now
She ever comes now now
She ever comes now

Here she ever comes now now
She ever comes now now
She ever comes now

Oh oh, it look so good
She's made out of wood
Just look and see

(Lou Reed, Sterling Morrison, John Cale)

the switch just flips on...

my head tilted down
my mind empty
then, I see it staring back at me
into the whites of my eyes
speckles on a gray rug
tiny dots that were designed
to add texture to something
as mundane as regional air travel
with forever broken snack trays
worn leather seats
and interior panels that resemble
personal computer casings circa 1993
the overhead was designed to stow
the smallest of satchels
as I sit with my knees planted in my chin
but it's the sunset that ignites my mind
a ritual I can't escape
my heart rate quickens
watching the colors shift and roll
clouds trace and outline the frame
in front of me
my eyes will always be open to
the beautiful
the sick
the absurd
to the rush of blood
that flows into my finger tips
powering pen on paper
I will watch it all
I will consume it all
and when I'm done
I will give thanks
to the creator of this crime drama
that I've found myself cast in
quietly hoping
that I'm the hero
and not the villain.

©2009 Sean Muzzy

dunesday ensemble

in between…
the master plan
poured concrete
and kismet meadows
the rising sun persists
the air filled with salt vapor
and burning pine needles
sundew glistens
as bright rays shimmer
off the waves
ah the rhythm of the tides
thump and roll
southern shores do leave
bonfires for bootleggers
tiny birds rustle in the brush
and gulls crash the chorus
but the soulful
calming melody
refuses to leave


©2009 Sean Muzzy