Small and unassuming, you would be downed by the fell of my trunk.
I remain upright for fear of the saw.
You claw into my bark and drain me of my wildlife.
Could it have been the sap?
Or merely the scratching of those insects within?
Nevertheless, you tear off my leaves.
I remain docile for fear of the bruise.
You claw into my scalp, draining me of my sanity.
Could it have been my fault?
Or merely my mental state a target?
My wildlife drained.
My body violated.
Cut into submission.

Whether a funeral or a wedding,
I cannot spar with this.
Totems strewn about listlessly,
as if to mimic a kaleidoscope.

I writhe from the ghost of her touch.
Squirm at the memory of her hands.
Retreat due to her force. Totem one.

A consolidation of both kinds.
Her understanding and familiarity.
The common ground and the calm.
Kind breaths to my lungs. Totems two.

My path a cardioid.
I come close for only a moment.
Her gravity keeps me in orbit,
I see my malignant shadow cast on the darting eyes of those guards. Totem three.

A monsoon.
The sun and stars.
Grassy hills.

I am riddled with bullets.

With wretched caliber I haven't felt.
Struck with haunting sound, my skin tears gracefully under the direction of your barrel.

That had I been, would have guided those horsemen towards my body with grip taught by the pulling of your hand.

The twisting is uncomfortable.
The bending uneasy,
and the stretching unkind.
Dissonance meandering through me, tearing thoughts like paper.
The idea orbits me, burning me as it gets too close.
Freezing when too far away.
Schrodinger-esque placement of both regret and freedom.
Both leading a battle best left fought.

A small wavelength swells on the night sky.
Forming a faint droplet before smoothly departing.
I feel the cold next to my left eye and I close it out of habit.
Blinding, I keep it closed;
I can discern the crack of their impact on the pavement.
Evaporating away, letter by letter. Thought by thought.
It is different, but it is the same.
All these memories becoming part of the same air in my lungs.
Friendships that were once stars.
Falling to the earth as the light secedes from my eyes.
It is being alone, that will blind me.
Am I becoming him?

A moment busily constrained
By the threads of its own making
A flicker and a flourish embellish the skin
The aetherwick has been lit
And the chemical lights sleep upon us
Once again leading those wavering
Into a stupor divine

Lust interweaves the fingertips of it's lover. Dragging across the skin in peculiar form to rest it's fingernails upon a scar. A wish is released from it's lips saturated with a glimmer of comprehension. A resting palm upon the scar. Desire is the muscle below it.

Plastic stars fall to the ground in 8-bit time.
A beeping musical accompaniment.

Enraged sunlight binds down the horizon.
Clearly seen through the smoke.

Electric fireflies accelerate harmoniously.
Dodging the blooming darkness enveloping a corpse.

My fuel pump is broken.

Deceit for many moons.
Many days, many lies.
To see you through many moods.
The thought waters my eyes.

How is it I have let this go?
How is it that I have known?
The pain that holding this would cause.
Makes me wish my heart would pause.

I know I'll tell you.
I'll tell you soon.
Yet the more I hate it,
The more I swoon.

No places to breathe.
No sights to see.
No emotions to feel.
No experience real.
No capacity left.
No motivation to move.
No thoughts to ponder.
No desire to wander.

You wanted to know algebra.
So I taught it to you.
Your mind crystal clear.
Yet your fingers were blue.
I hold the name of your lost son.
You held me close, as your only one.
You said you loved me as you laid in bed.
I still love you.
But now you're dead.

She kisses me where I am broken
Lips pressing against the fractures
the fractals and pieces that I don't upkeep
while I wait to die for others and forget to live for myself

My heart is calm.
In the centre of your palm.
You don't even know it yet.
But I bet.
I'll mess it up somehow.
Don't blame me, please.
The opportunity I will seize.
I think the good outweighs the bad.

What have I done?
What did I say?
I fear it is broken.
For I can already see.
The chips and the cracks.
To know that if anything.
I had to lack something.
Something that is far too lost to retrieve.

I remember so many things.
All hoping that I wont forget.
The beautiful thoughts that ring.
Keeping the little things planted and set.

Originally it was a Red Plaid sea.
Walking along with the flow.
Along my thoughts and words you see.
In the silver bow.

Where the light shined and dawned on me.
In the space where I did see.
Given the place of mind.
To complete the mountains in kind.

I still stop to see, when I walk by.
To again look up at the sky that once died so perfectly.
Wanting again to fly in the five skies that enveloped the five clouds of mine.
Remembering exactly the path I took instantly.

Yes, I remember the scene.
I remember the exact day.
Knowing what I've seen.
Where I flew away.

I cannot help but feel I've failed in some way.
That the hope I gave, was not there to stay.
In something so small and fragile.
Is a thought so large and agile.

But I suppose I need to stop.

The dewdrops that danced slowly upon the leaves just past the edge of my skull.
The creaking of the porch that held us up.
The sound of rocks under my feet as my shoes hit the pavement.
The feeling of a rested mind upon my shoulder.
The little picture that resides on an easel.
The vibrato of the silence that mesmerized the sound of the giggling to my ears.

Which would have been much less fantastic without the girl next to me.

The singular footsteps of the rain stomping on the rooftops.
Dancing down the drain to hit the musical pavement.
Was the perfect symphony.
With the cloud orchestra playing the beats to the moments.
That I savored every note of.

Spinning readily throughout my head.
Please oh please don't be dreaming.
It's much too perfect to be lost in the riversides of my head.
Because there is nowhere else on earth that I would ever choose to be right then.

A cloud couch that lasted a few seconds past perfection.

Don't let the sun come around that wall.
Don't try to move at all.
Don't try even a little to get away.
For I know now why you want to stay.

Please don't start to explain yourself.
Please just place your thoughts upon a shelf.
Please don't stand up and know the difference.
Please, just think there in your own ignorance.

For I know now why you station yourself behind that wall.
I know now how you understood it all.
I understand why you stay behind it and fray.
Because there are  still remnants there, of yesterday.

It's odd how the craziest things help.
Such as a tin of Altoids on top of a shelf.
Helps the ideal failure of self.
To some.

Knowing now what I didn't know before.
How it feels to step down from a shelf.
Of all the thoughts that had been stored.
Where I surprisingly didn't make a fool of myself.

A puzzle.
To a memory that never existed.
Is, despite all logic.
Missing pieces.