I'm revamping some work and moving any of my future work to https://aheartmovingoutwards1.wordpress.com/. Thanks for all the fun, HP.
i'm absorbing the pain of your lacerations -
the tattoos of your mother's screams
etched in between your knuckles.
whitened and deeply dented,
takes the form of wordless, celestial aspiration -
the manifestation of release from an invisible prison.
your clanging tin cup on the bars asks for logic -
the uncompromising transmission sits in silence.
your mind does not deserve such a fate.
under opaque bedsheets,
a reversal in perspective unlocks the gate.
a house divided may only stand
if division negotiates with gravity
in blind faith.
a spec on the corner of the Polaroid lens,
a heart lost in the reeds of dampened circumstance,
a hydrangea blooming in an untended field,
meditates upon itself
like a child lost
in a superstore.
an ocean wave mimics its predecessor
only to fall victim to aspiration.
what will crush upon my tired bones
as they chase sunsets
in a similar search
beacon me home
like the smell of goodnight.
i'm always half-blind
& always in denial
that i'm half alive.
it wouldn't hurt
to trade the coffins in my mind
for memories of your blonde streaks
& white fists for black lives
in coffee shops
around the corner.
why am i buying all of this free art,
your nose is in the books,
you're the design left on the windowsill
after a whimsical,
- - -
in your reach.
in fractions of rotations,
it is filled with sun;
it is shrouded by clouds.
it is fleeting from my fingertips
like my former layers
it is the meeting of the lips.
it is measured by minutes
& diastolic response
in this life,
by the depth of irises
& ocean currents
in the next.
a cracked slab of
on the front door.
"i ache of
turned a frigid purple
at its watch.
of an engine revving.
another coffee cup
her tongue danced like the swaying maple,
ideas transforming to light,
a monarch pushing its iridescent chest into
it is enough to soften a man's heart.
unheard from time to time
(the dark clouds plugging my ears
as crows huddle on fraying, telephone wire),
echoed as the stone at the base of the waterfall does-
(she is untouched by water
or human intervention)
it is the warm recipe known by heart,
the compress for a broken foot,
the wind chime surrendering pre-determined agendas
to Spring's affirmative intuition.