some are green some are blue
if this hill is falling then so are you
well
me too
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
An adventurer I was
wandering the moors of a misty marsh
and you a naiad
through whose thick water I came to wade
effortlessy enthralled I was
loosed to your depths
a moonlit lure in that still and starless night
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
There are some things very satisfying, laying down in a tub
Feeling the hard wet surface bear you
lingering warmth taken slowly as
edges again sharpen
Listening to the shower head drip
with out rhythm until the faucet opens
expelling water in the pipe
between the two
Watching a drop on the thin metal rim idle
waiting for solidarity to fall free
echoing through it’s enamel cask
to it’s end
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC
I don’t want to clear my mind. I
want it to be muddled with all sorts
of feelings and desire
garish and overbearing
denying
Compelling me to-
from it;
my thoughts moving until my body lurches forth
pacing the packets,
to race against the latency of being alive
make me weigh a thousand tons
a thousand thousand tons
so that I fall concomitant
with them
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC