A small familiar tug at the mind
And I busy myself quickly
I pretend it's not there.

I've lived in the eye of
the storm, looking
west always
watching for
the clouds to
roll in like fat fingers

the ears attuned to
the sound of
thunder

nostrils flaring like some
wild animal waiting
for the cordite smell of
negative ions

tasting blood as my
jaws clench on my tongue

feeling the wind anticipating
the abrasive whip of sand
as it picks up


it's 6:30 am and for some
reason I
look east

the clouds
to my
eyes are great sponges
soaking up the color
of angular light

sleepy birds twitter

i smell the desert's
perfume as she dolls
herself up for
her ardent admirer

del Sol

my mouth
is full of
bittersweet coffee

I can feel no wind at all.



the night's as black as coal
out west...


... and yet there's still morning.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/9/2017

The sun hasn't shown in weeks
Warm, golden rays a distant memory
The sky, a thick soup of grey
A stale breeze stirs the empty earth
Eyes searching for a hint of color
Twisted, barren branches reaching up,
Begging for something a grey sky could never give
I stand with them yearning, grasping
But in the end, I too stand lifeless.

Now the holidays are over...

Don't let me slip now
Please let the ground
Stay firm against my feet
I can already hear the cracking
And I can see the deathly cold
Water still below
My feet keep shuffling on
Eyes glued to the ice

Oh what I'd give to feel lucid for another day

I've always been okay with blood
But something about seeing it run down my mothers face
Something about the way it dried it splotches on the kitchen floor
Something about the way it crusted into her hair and my fingers
Tried desperately to get the blood out
Something about the way it splattered the sink and mirror as I washed
Something about the way it has stained my hands and under my finger nails
Something about the stench of blood drifting around me
Makes me uneasy
And something about the blood I've seen makes me wonder how easy it is
*to lose a life