The legends of our lives
are aging with us

The forces that conspired
to shape us

Wither in light borne
from our minds

And this day is a page
with corner afire

Turning from here
to you there

Is costing clouds
of tomorrows

Slashing the budget
of serendipity

shrinking your next
possibility

to this point
of your famous

thing you do
to be you

I've caught a rash
of tomato lines
and plum accents

an itching
from teeth grinning
i can't trust

an elaboration
of swelling certainty
set aside mumbling

bubbling thoughts
in a light tea
no straw

gulping it down
pushing cubes
aside

This list
to the side
over
ex
tending
this un
named sharing
Cross cross
Crost

Adding 2 it
as I'm of it

and the mic
should be on

wavering is
an illusion

over portion

old school rap,
you always tried to tell me and i couldn't listen until you were gone.

sunny open window naked romping music
moving forward from your empty body music

pale skin but not as pale as yours
was.

when i met this new
person
, he said

                                          it's time for new songs
                                          something to mark this page with

but i just keep rereading your obituary

Being brainy
is hardly the answer
experience has shown
it's the mother of disaster

Be harsh with me
hide nothing
insincerity and hypocrisy
is the killing thing-

I would know then
and cast aside my guessing
it's a grievous malaise to pretend
regrettable, hideous and de-humanising.

Fear
Such a small word
Such a powerful feeling
Fear
Of the unknown
Of never healing
Fear
Of evil
Of failing

Fear
Of death
Of what may or may not be
Fear
Of life
Of the loss of friends and family
Fear
Of being alone
Of strife

Fear
Of stereotypes
Of losing pace
Fear
Of pain
Of hate
Fear
Of everything or nothing
Of losing this race

Letter unwritten
lover looks through night window
tears fall on paper