Rhet Toombs

Rhet Toombs Aug 2016

I still fathom your demise

The roads are begging of return

You leave your house because of the weather

We speak of promises

I won't be much longer

Georgia and its quietness

Defining ruin the best way possible

Here lies the only answer you expect

Of silence

The pain and I

Bring your own home

Rhet Toombs Aug 2016

I Am A Ghost In Your World

Return to a pretense

As a dog wanders streets at night

Brighter lights this time

Counting our steps in the soil

Listening on a hospital bed

I float awareness

Relaxed

Silence

Saved

The rest is missing as your breath fills the room

It cannot be this way

What is left is tainted but remains

For example our embodied love

To see without malice

I move forward in strength

You can smell me on this dark morning

Clarifying this pain was real

Rhet Toombs Aug 2016

Not Home

True hearts tear straight

Like smoke trapped inside a bottle

How to instill our chance of love

Stomach an empty window

Strong feelings of wonder

A source thought small

In essence my beauty not faded

Bring your memory to a child's grave

The sea is alive with rust today

And the darkness is an angel awake

East coast eyes

I won't die how you think

Rhet Toombs Aug 2016

Sleepwalk To Me

Begin again

The unplayed nostalgic sounds

A gentle whisper and caress on your birthday

Your mother leaving a light on for me

That safe smell of heat in your parents house

Rhet Toombs Aug 2016

Deep, Deeper, Deepest

Body alone

She could have done so much better

Now they have a child together

Her laugh is broken as ever

Slit wrists don't make her shudder

Tomorrow they awake with fever

Another cigarette is the only endeavor

Let's creep silently

Quietly

In this instance, maniacally

For my love, in its entirety

Is nothing but a sobriety

Rhet Toombs Aug 2016

Fifty-One Percent

Walking through cities at ocean depths

[and] all of everything has [now]

been removed in a wisp [of doubt]

Cautious display

Forgetting what you've seen

Rhet Toombs Aug 2016

These Are Not Your Meds

And your neck throbs in syncopated sweat

Pleasing ascension

One final night drive

Listening to the lullaby from lost river