Today it is ok to hold Your body at pause Suspend your animation temporarily let your bones keep Their shape in peaceful unity to Breathe in gentle air Tomorrow Tomorrow, The big wide world will Still be out there.
A harsh wind is blowing Whistling and shrieking down The peeks and ridges of our collective anxiety Only live, only hope I look at you often Stare into the corners of your eyes and I catch The tears that shine there I examine your fingers wrapped Over and around mine The thumb that I labeled perfect My own little spiders tucked under The warm shelter of your solid bones. We are two, you and I, but really we are one. Farther than the sun Way past the reaches of stars. Deeper than the ocean. You sink into my heart and I try to commit your face to a memory that can only exist while there is a vessel. But no matter the Galaxy Path I am destined to take The string remains. This love Is Unmovable.
Something of a wasteland lately- Only elbows, shoulders and ribs. Tentative and soft about my navel Yet, above my hips no camel can trace a Path. Drops in this desert are fleeting and often the bones Of strangers get in the Way. People look at me now and Don't know what To say.
As your last greens fade and red comes to your lips as your fingers grow sharp and papery and your ribs rattle in the wind and the squirrels begin the escape to your belly I will come with my lantern and my cloak and set your children free we will soar on the warmer currents we will kiss frost goodbye. i welcome our Fall. For it is the time- living and dying time when I finally get to fly.
bone traitor. Skin viper Edge Stealer Ridge maker Health reflector. Mirror- you liar! Rogue on the scale... Signs that my brain has duped me; Floating oily in the Basin Phantom aches Blood test lies Powdery remedies pressed almond abandon all cows Bean curd body snatching **** the doctor to get a clue
Girl in pain this isn't me so- Who the **** are you?
My heart walks away, for a time, Just to be safe... She's a prize fighter, I know how to fall Down. Rips, fissures, normal wear for 31 years In the shower silence In that quiet place she stands and I unfurl A life is a life, lived, fought, dribbled away or burnt And This one's hers. So I stay with the cold space in my chest, And wait for it to return.
My fear is a pool Ripples washing ; the wind is deepening. This ebbs with the moon if I can freeze my reality But Radio is the enemy TV is a liar I wake up every minute wishing I were dreaming. 1984- 2017 a new world awakening and inside I am Screaming.
The squashed, flattened masses ***** mashed, their stripes scattered Matted masks disguising unseeing eyes Through how many fields have they run? Once sweet babies, small noses, downlike fur fleeing to their final place from green leafed bowers in a terrible act of asphalt bait n' switch
Let us all grieve the sacrifice which, Unto the motor gods Has been served.
In a slow, desperate burn, we are falling. Failing. Too little too late. Too much in the wrong place. Outrage not action. From the trees, from the sky, we are calling and questioning, bemoaning, condemning. Our hearts are corroding, our feet slipping, from containing the pain of the World. Bridges are snapping, ribs are breaking, eyes are closing. The pictures we glorified on screen, the peanuts we paid to watch fictional strangers die- They have stepped out, escaped and run rampant. We lived the illusions out. No zombies. No fire. No meteor. Hate. In tidal waves. Ignorance in brimstone. Apocalypse is now. We are how.
Sometimes, looking at you in the light of the kitchen I want to run a finger Down the length of your nose but I know you'd wrinkle it, and shake your head citing a tickle, but kiss behind my shoulder as soon As I turn away
When my feet make ice pools in the bed Toes accidentally brushing your ankle and you **** abruptly, but upon hearing My sigh, trap them back with your ankles til, martyr that you are, I'm engulfed in Warmth at your Expense.
Sometimes the last trickle of milk is mine, for the coffee, Silent with your eyes smiling fondly, you look on as I sip, resolutely stirring powdered Dead baby souls into mug as substitute.
Even damp smelly socks Greasy hair Neurotic tears and Intellectual rambling epiphanies
Even childish blunders, fudging the Budget or burning the toast
Stuck in the 9-5 of Everyone Else's life My undiscovered dreams shelved Luminous theoretical future Kisses overflowing interlocked and Delivered with promise Transparent truthful question in this Interim-
Let's talk about love and how It isn't Turn the trumpets around, angels Rip those roses, petals apart Inside out Lay low for the vicarious, while they're Still doubting For heartache is brutal and Also causes Gout