#marking
Goodbye old friend
it's time again
for me to buy another ferry
to watch the world go by in
the seasons have battered us both
I have wrinkles now
and so do you
You were there
when I looked down
to think about
what I'm goin through
However, the cow leather
weathered the summer's swelter for this long
but can't extend so we can march through winter together.
I'll never sink again into my bed
feet naked,
still thinking of made memories in spades
with you stinking there beside me
An echo of the chapter
where gravel patches have tried me
A step over the road
on the bridges burnt behind me
A leftover sound now
of wooden heels through worn rubber
ringing through the halls of a hospital
stomping to a "maybe I lost it all"
to watch the oxygen drop
stop and pray to promise
that I would pay any cost and bawl, waiting.
But now she's hardly "baby"
she's got so tall
She's staying on her shoes
cause she prefers more to walk than crawl
All I wanna say is I'm amazed at how the days have passed
marking time by boot step, loose in a haze to grasp
choosing every stride with a mind on the flash I have
while each second's shorter than the last.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC
Bleach me like the whitest hair
I long to feel the burn under my skin
Darling your claws are sharp
But they don't reach within me
I hope you leave marks
I hope it leaves scars
So that I may remember you;
- when we eventually part.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
A smudged grainy ring against blue lines
it cuts through his handwriting like a breadknife
the blue ink ripples with the water-damaged paper
reassuringly human amidst the bleached whiteness
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC