Even as  I write this, I think of you.
Standing beside me.
Kneeling beside me.
But you're gone.

From where did we part?
From when?
I see you across the room.
It isn't you.

Soldiers carry on.
You didn't say.
We're not together.
No way.

Then one day we are holding hands.
It's a private moment.
For no one else.
Ever.

Locked in a tandem.
Reversed.  Eliminated.
Reversed.

Forgotten souls
Lost before it was over
Sat on a meadow's hill
Taught by time.

Heads and hearts are seldom there
Taken aback by a surface
Free from shackles
Nighttime gives us that impression.

Honest in endevours
Genuine in heart.
How tuesday became thursday.
Was meant from the start.

Forcing efforts into front heroes.
Fears are not quenched.
Demeaning, aggravates.
Tears pristine.

i never knew
how you could do
everything that you knew
changing from black and blue
to eight-track and debbie sue
i hear you calling
never knew your name
figure you're eight or seven
and that's my kind of game.

picked you up and dusted you off
never really cared
to me it was just irrelevant
to you it wasn't there
i told myself not to be the one
you said you thought you knew
oh what ever happened
to that little boy, debbie sue?

one chance we might encounter
one day we might meet again
oh but how would that be
if were weren't more than friends
so i beg you reconsider
turn your back against your will
and follow me to the doorstep
take the other pill.

It once was ounce of freedom on your back
Tacked to the vagaries of a rainbow wall
Filtered the memories until lights went out
Notable explosions and forgiveness for stall.

Tried out memories until nothing worked
Hiding of labels and added some humor
Designated righteous and honor bound
Updated the events or whichever was sooner.

Still photographs move like endless scroll
Some lifetime subscription that we forgot
Updated as soon as we retrieved the code
Fortunately, it was not all for naught.

The beast that is the internet, stole my heart, leaving me alone on the beach under some distant moon.  Kindly, I gathered flowers for a loved one now forgotten, feigning all hope, desperate for a life of my own.

Sadly, I wait beneath the tall trees, under the starlight, underneath crystal sparkling skies of random, far beneath the trees of other branches in far off galaxies, aliens, pathways, lives and deaths away.

Galloping beyond the sun I set my sites on the horizon, only to find the horizon was a vague distant memory, in some intoxicated conscious ****** that was and is my present recollection blunder.  Interestingly, I cope with the pain in my chest by placing my hand upon it, wishing that the gods I have abandoned would once again save me from disaster.

I don’t bother yelling because it’s no use, what will it attract except coyetes and wolves, except dreams and psychosis of which will only cure me of my present insanity.  Starlight twists on my back in a way that is effervescent, ******* the hidden identity from beyond my soul.

Arguably, disaster awaits, but so too fate, and into the darkness I ride, leaving behind wanton and dust.

Children play and they believe this is the way it’s supposed to be.  The green leaves now brown, autumn air all around.

Tiny bugs in the trees make noises in the day, when in the summer they were loud only as you lay.
Cars **** past the damp road, on their way to God-knows-where, bringing tidings of whatever’s in their passenger chair.

Final thoughts like explosions rock through all of our heads, leaving all of us alive and all of us for dead.