There’s a tree down the road,
Often caught in the west
Blown east by the west winds.
Blown east by the west winds.
Blown free by the stressed winds
Surely not of anthropogenic
origin.
There was a child down the road.
Blown south by callous winds.
One must mourn one gone.
One must.
Mourn one gone.
Surely of anthropogenic
origin.
There was a wild north wind
Once upon a time.
It seems to have relinquished
It’s domain.
A pastured peace,
Surely of anthropogenic
origin.
Aug 18, 2022
Aug 18, 2022 at 1:06 PM UTC
Had it been the place in which I was conceived,
Then surely the light would not be relief.
Had it loved the street on which I was born;
From the socket, bones would surely be torn;
From the sockets on which I walk so free;
From Standen street to the timid oak tree.
I’ve known it to follow whichever I roam, from conception to birth to the warm missed tomb.
I hear it
I hear it call
I hear it
I’ve heard it all
Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 12:37 AM UTC
I sit, and where’s the sun?
below the grass.
And I rest my head on my jacket,
And below, a stone.
Where is the music the world used to play?
Ears untouched.
Where is the music?
Where has the world,
Theory, sinews, and all
gone.
Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 9:19 PM UTC
Foot of stone bore deep into the swell,
cracking upon and destroying.
For soon they who the stone holds
shall fall and be no more.
Stand long, stand tall.
Stand long, do not fall,
For when you do and it is done,
Swells will perforate the stone raw.
And to those born between the stars
Do not long, do not call.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 4:54 PM UTC
Wallow, pitiful man of the spring and summer
know that the grass still breaths when winter blows
Wallow in your high-way blazed ignorance.
to seek the south when the north disagrees
to seek the south when the north disregards.
To see not the day to come, one must know the day that's past.
And I, pitiful man, crave capital that eludes knows only
this.
Only the blisters born of december.
And so in my stupidity I accept it,
A s th ough it is all that i s.
As though it is all that is.
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 8:38 PM UTC
Stood I beside the hillside that stood so tall.
From my feet at the base, stared my eyes to the peak
from the hill did I witness:
Jagged rock jutting from graves
Pine spitting upon me
And sky, crawling from shaded edge.
I knew what I saw was where I had been,
so too was I aware it was where I'd be.
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 8:13 PM UTC
Draw me crazy,
Shadows of my arms and legs sprawled along the brick.
Drive me home,
Where stone bears no shade nor hope
plays no trick.
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 3:21 PM UTC
Fear swells from oblivion
and to oblivion it falls.
Stepped sturdy from the depths
I So very often call.
Once and then twice and once more
Again.
The toes that once touched will never more
Mend.
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 11:10 AM UTC
And told so was the day, told of the coming dark that greets the end each eve.
Though no eve existed before the change of light to dark,
Nor any sun existed before the dark.
Nor any man before any women.
And so sit solemn, solidarity departs you and
bleeds itself dry in the room down the hall.
And you do not here it’s cry.
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 5:57 PM UTC
"Lovely isn't it?"
"The lonely moon lying above the tree line?"
"Yes, but I do not see a lonely moon."
"Where is this moon you speak of? I see not company in the forest, nor the bridge to its guarded heaven."
"Perhaps you do not, but can it not be among love if others are not quite about their love for it?"
"Can it not be loved and lone all at once?"
"Yes but the moon must not fall into such perpetuations,
We all desire and much more, require its pride and loveliness."
You are a moon my friend, a moon in a night sky.
Know to be loved and alone, and then know to love ones self.
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 7:13 PM UTC