I heard you gazing in the dark
from across the snow filled land
it's silent sonic waves
tap tap tapped a hello to my brain

and I was hungry, and so you sensed the need.
biology tickling our noses, we began the feast.
and after, we sent towards our first direction while the moon went to sleep; for the sun
had made it
sedated
medolically inaudible, I waited.

I grabbed the shot from my camera, for it was a most beautiful sight, a cycle of death from the moon, and the suns new life.

© 2015 Kate Volk

I saw two young bucks in queue today
running beneath the tracks  
harmonic moment hours before dawn
I slowed to let them pass
sweet tunes of bluegrass and coffee
lighter at the ready; click.

adventurous boys, maybe just lost;
wandering towards the fresh ink in the sky,
frost and lights must leave them bewitched
like a buzz of the moments waking,
then smoking whilst driving, towards work.

© 2015 Kate Volk

induratize me, just leave that scent behind;
at the doorway it lingers,
whispering faux truths without surprise.
the snow laughs in reflection, glitter haunts a mirror & to say we
see as nothing, we find there's
constant consistency here.
but water is transformation,
repurpose, great ingenuity;
freezing to create sorrow's surface, melting to break deep rests escape

my mother's brain found it incredibly sad,
trickling chemicals tricking bodies into reform,
skirmishing the soul away from the eyes,
to think if I could shake her free.
and that's what a love hath done to me, so i wait for the melt,
to remember my uncertainty


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reach inside to find the itch
scratch the organs to reminisce
find the heart to take it out
slap it back,
still alive

slurp slur breath and
so funny, we laugh;
till we hear the crack
the stitches of lost breath;
our ribs will rein-tact.
dizzy dizzy, but don't hate the sailor
you did yourself the favor
the face grimacing creator
slap slide slick is the tounge
feel taste breathe the ***

spills words sticky on the counter
count not time
replace the black hour

© 2015 Kate Volk

so greed took mankind

with genetics
decomposed from the inside
a sick thought, I thoughts.
... inhale your doom, I thought. change your ways, you ought, I thought.
choke the carcinoma cells.
knee swells, Capricorn.
better go later for assurance of;
Death.
talk to those doctors;feed your own lies,
only to discover
them being drunk off of disguise.
sick conditioned,
The words definition, domestication
of everything
Everything

gratitude gratitude to Pavlov, whose name capitalizes;  
a way of nature
creature creator, part of the world's annihilator.

cousin to eugenics we have cosmetics, anesthetics for the mind.
a nice golden walkway for mankind.
inevitably so, We herd along, too dumb to fight what we refuse to know.

Ignorance, etiquette, silence; rhyme.
herbal healing humans; survive.

© 2015 Kate Volk

Netptunes unwritten love;
yearning and tearing for her, Selene.
oh, she's shades a lady to revel in,
her forever ending;rebirth.

he tries to combust a means to reach rare
longingly gazes,
but retracts, a trapped magnet.

jaaneman is whispered, and she breaths life to the wind; but a ghost to the sea.


© 2015 Kate Volk