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Psyche Jul 29
i. poem to the girl with the empty house:

chipped nails, grey sky, band-aids, garden that never blooms, scuffed shoe, pet cat, altars, broken mirror, summer dress, rose shampoo, half-read books, mint, prayers in the dark, seabird, afterimage, trinkets, candlelight



ii. poem to the man enslaved by time:

cold sea, old scars, chapped lips, cigarette, forest fire, hades himself, tears from woodsmoke, worn and old jacket, long fingers, tousled hair, city lights, diesel and pine, hands in pocket, clocks that stopped, razor burns, portals to nowhere, unfinished song



iii. poem to the boy who learned how to pray:

skin smells like sun, mountain, pilgrimage, empty fields, shrine, bath soap, footprints, steady hands, rough t-shirt, dirt, half-wishes, offerings, incense, forbidden, penitence, gritting teeth, sacrifice, motorbike exhaust, calloused heels, on the edge



iv. poem to the girl who doesn't know when to leave:

dream, nameless flowers, glare from the sun, prism colors, dragonfly, photo album, solstice, fresh laundry, candy store trips, smiles, wonder, helping hand, beach day, strawberry, creaking floorboards



v. poem to the boy in the picture on the altar:

sea through window, warm wind, autumn trees, memory, tired hands, laughter, scarf, Sunday morning, caramel, bus rides to nowhere, crumpled letters, paper cuts, last wish, seaglass, yellow, blade



vi. poem to the girl caught in between:

soft ghost, dust motes, tired eyes, chapstick, wind through hair, rain puddles, sea spray, glance, forest opening, tree shadows, perfume, frost and icicle, thin pale wrists, smoke, winter sunlight
Psyche Jun 2023
july belongs to you,
and songbird. the wind
won't stop whistling,
shaking the trees
amidst the aftermath of
Night-storm.

look, river-and-sea. we
are all but caught in
dream after dream,
weaving parallel time-
lines and fragments
of our memories.

see, i told you.
it is what it is when
i put the book down as
you stare out into the
woods through
the ***** pane.

i want you.
i whisper breath-
lessly. summer, but not
quite. you see, believe me
when i say.

july belongs to you.
  Sep 2018 Psyche
Yz Doo
Shimmering beauty
Slow crisp waves reappear,
Time for coffee
Time for life
Time for shadows dancing on the wall
Im alive
Im dead
Im everything in between
Shimmering beauty
Slow crisp waves reappear
Out of my head and into the day
Im alive
Im grateful
  Sep 2018 Psyche
Yz Doo
On top of the world
A day old biscuit , A fat sliced piece of bacon
On top of the world
Smiling as I walk down the black and blue alley
On top of the world
Not a penny in my pocket
On top of the world
A smile
I am free
  Sep 2018 Psyche
Yz Doo
Dr Seuss
Kids eyes closed
Snuggled up just right
Awake
My own stories
Ruminations
Stuck needle on old school vinyl
Awake
I want dr Seuss
and snuggled up just right
My mind
Awake
Psyche Sep 2018
Count red cars
or the billion stars

maybe count each
silver charm on
a silver chain


Watch the night fall
quietly onto town

sleep a dreamy sleep
dream a sleepy dream


Chase the wind to
wherever
chase it in your
own worn shoes


Run away from
the waves you've
known since
childhood

that's
all you've ever
known


Blow away the
fluff from the
silent dandelions
blooming on
the roadside to
your home

Wait for the
rain to drop
on roofs,
hear it
patter against
your window


Pass the time
see the rusty
trains speeding
into rusty blurs

into nowhere


Do nothing on
the benches in
the station


Catch someone's
hat blown away
by the wind
maybe keep it
as your own

who knows,
it could all
be yours.



To you,
Girl by The Sea
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