I
haven't
changed
much,
thankfully.

Leaves that part company with bark fall
sweeping in a hypnotic motion to the ground
Magpies crazy as a box of green frogs call
their machine gun call barks a familiar sound
The rain drenches leaves that fell
falling to the ground not as a sprinkle
but falling like a burst open well
like tears from the eyes that twinkle.
Falling and falling, down they shoot
each and every atom that is designed to fall
from the leaf, to bark, to twig to root
as if nothing but falling matters at all.

A New love comes knocking at your door
But the heart, you thought is under lock and key
The head however sometime ago escaped the drawer
but then do the heart and head always agree?

A land where words fail to convey
any sense of retraction,
or fey smiles conceal their inner  menace
are indeed genuine subterfuge;
trust can never make a forge
it only posits draws and daggers.

Three days ago I found my sunlight peeking through a crack on the back of a rusted dumpster. My body, forced into it by people unwilling to give me a second chance.


It was blistering cold and the wind cut like snowflake diamonds zipping all around. I remember I was walking home thinking “maybe this is all I have left to give”


So two days ago I decided I'd let that dumpster bright ray of sunshine go. If my only good moments were covered in filth, I'd rather just let them go.


My thoughts raced on what was ahead of me. A millennia of starscreams opening across the galaxy as my silhouette becomes the shadow of a dwarf.


I know I'll miss the sunlight though...and even through cracks in rust I think my sunlight might someday become platinum.


Yesterday I met a face that felt like hot shadows. She sung catapults of fire in my mind. I saw her on the stage at a local cafe, strumming demons away from my side. Her fingers bleeding sunshine through her fingertips. Dipped in ridges and vibration.


I found a fool's worth of hope in the skyline and lost a lifetimes worth on wishing.