Sparrow Liver

Jun 2014

Justin S Wampler

today

is a day when I get to work.

May 2014

Justin S Wampler

I can feel the compassion rush to my eyes
and a smile breaks the silence of my lips,
as I stare across the table at your empty seat
vivid imagery lends itself to my cause;

My nose is briefly embraced by
the shampoo you so worship with each
flowing strand of your liquid golden locks

and then it's the look in your eyes subtly
telling me things that words can't describe,
telling me things that words don't exist for.

instantly, I'm completely lost swimming
in the ever-blue swirls and twine
that surround your all-seeing retinas

instantly, I'm completely left thinking
of the ever-grey thorns on your spine
and the swirl in the rose that adorns it

These are the things I see
even with you absent
from the seat across from me.

#love #friends #sad #depression #doubt #life #lonely #future #alone #lust

Sparrow Liver May 2014

. . .

she was a sweet ride, but nothing compares to the sound system in mortis

#death #sweet #process #ride #sound #mortis

Sparrow Liver May 2014

Commodity defined by Meriam-Webster (compare to humanity)

1:  an economic good: as
a :  a product of agriculture or mining
b :  an article of commerce especially when delivered for shipment <commodities futures>
c :  a mass-produced unspecialized product <commodity chemicals> <commodity memory chips>

2 a :  something useful or valued <that valuable commodity patience>; also :  thing, entity
b :  convenience, advantage

3 obsolete :  quantity, lot

4:  a good or service whose wide availability typically leads to smaller profit margins and diminishes the importance of factors (as brand name) other than price

5:  one that is subject to ready exchange or exploitation within a market <stars as individuals and as commodities of the film industry — Film Quarterly>

Sparrow Liver May 2014

even a tourist spot can be peaceful

Starring into the valley, I am still connected to the people behind me.
Pounds of pressure rush by and I hear you hum a sweet tune.
People walk in-between as a child makes a risky move.
and I hear your sweet tune.
faintly.

I have to turn away because their choices are frightening,
but I look ahead because the valley is humming your sweet tune.
I am distracted by this distant conversation:
"Why would you want to leave this place?"

Sprinkling, trickling, crying. Twisting and turning.
I feel my heart beat race, but this is not a race.

Sparrow Liver May 2014

Untitled

These are my notes on the present.

— The End —