a woman once drowned from lonesome fear:
the kind of sickness
you cannot hear.

she toiled with the time she'd lost
willing to take the brunt
of their cost.

the last word that parted from her lips
was "the fire burned my heart alive,
a pain that I cannot survive."

and the tiller came to take her away.

when the tiller comes to grasp your hand
what will he take from you?
what will he demand?

there is no value to devotion
if you're the only one
swimming in the ocean

so whatever sets your chest aflame
there is no fire
you cannot tame

the brass tacks have hit the mat
encased in melting candle wax
from a candle on the floor
in the darkest room
in the house.

there might be a way to look at that
and not go mad
when you know what it means... you're -
Never prepared for That.



struck blind in the eye inside,
you could almost die
and you want too.
when a light goes out,
and you're plagued with doubt
and you don't do things...
because Why?
and Icebergs are known
to roam these waters
for real.

this is so
real.
this is so
real.

I am never

straw bales
I am the needle buried

find me I dare you

I had never seen eyes that were glaciers
The act upon you as those icy giants do
Slowly as it moves, you realize
Crept up on you, surrounding you
Leg trapped, it is a patient freeze
Consumes, crushes, kills

Tuesday breaks into
an empty dawn
I wake
yawn
have a little scratch,
roll a cigarette and
light a safety match.

The day'll fill
for good or ill

I make the most
of empty moments.

In our adventures
And in our travels
We kiss
As if to mark the memory
In the moment
Of blissful, lostness on those lips
She stops, smiles, leaves me there
She captures it, leaving me on the tracks
The wide smile is the glimpse
To her light
I've learned to follow along
I smile too, savor also
Declaring conquest of time itself