Longing like a spruce
Water dream
Coursing down, borne wild

**** all -9
You untie my spear
Willing but spared
Waterfall noise

There is no home
With which I'm blessed or bothered
No tether; air
I'll fall back simple and cold

There's symbiology
Creeping along the curtain
The covers
Hiding my papercut soul

Untold simulacra
Could you jump to twelve
Some kind of sickening sweetness
Again and again

Cycle kinesis
Usurping the gravity
Kiss the blind man
Bumble your words

You know I
So much bigger than any passion
I live here
Deeper inside you still
There's contrast
Start, with a poor soul chattering
You sing this
Still so soft and scared

I sing this
Things are raveling undone
Some tremble
You hear my sickening cry
I turn back
Seeking a similar numbness
You hold this
Under my cries, I crawl

coal omen, deep blue body
spark and spit, new light

beacon 6, cycle 9, register 13
cloud rise drifter, beautiful hair

spin 90 on y, we're late
mouth glow, toward the sky

inhale 6µ, used to be smoke
steel, steel, steel

Cliche
Cobbled
Hurried steps, desperate for footing
Up and down again
I remember when I was more paced
Uncertain and odd, there was yet truth to my movements
Invoking a sound from a texture long lost
I wonder what a round moment might feel like
Pushed against a sharpness I didn't not account for
My choices are smaller still

Whisper between the lanes of edge and acceptance
I eat an apple in my mind
But only fried potato in reality
Sickly with starch and false comfort
Down, below the dancing LEDs
There, the pit of pits

I want to scream, but only for myself
I don't want to be heard or considered
Loneliness, I am no longer offered
Maybe I'll manufacture it instead?
Push away, let you down, a crack in the reverberation

A bell toll wakes me up to a new modality
A pattern I haven't yet considered?
The dull uniformity tells me no
There is discipline, and there is me
Far from married, at war with knowledge

Cliche
Cobbled
I watch the walls of my basement crumble
The mortar turns to sand
Adhesion long dried
Dust
Dust
Dust

There is never a rhyme to how it happens.
Your body moves like a wave, only to freeze,
My naive desire sinks, deepening with the cracks in my skin.

You are the stillness of a lake.
I am the silent pier where knots are tied
to secure your vessel.

Climb atop, and step with confidence.
I will hold you -- for a time, anyways.

Leave me in disrepair,
my mercy howl to the sands of time.
Here, I will surely rot and slumber.

the fear of writing is overwhelming now.
with every moment like daring
  the keys beneath me.
i cursor left and edge a sharp deletion;
"no, what a tiresome thing."

i squint towards absentee grit on a whim,
and count the number of years.
it's been six.
  (6),
and six too many.
have i bled my color all wrong?

my fingers are heavy.
i have no posits to share.
and so, none will be spoken.

The raft off shore
Against the river
He's sick on whisky and foal

Spoken songs
Throat of coal
His barrels bound with gold

Newly risen
Surely dead
Rapids drink and blow

White Hot.
I'm Surrendered.
Punctuated and Capitalized.
You leave my nerves a mess.

Bright blue might do it for some,
Me? I am left sick and shaken.

Always there, the eddie or the draw.
Deep down into that cylinder.

I might care more about it,
in another life.

Now, I am ruined by it.
Broken into one piece too many.
Scared for my life.
My home grown serenade.

Perhaps the clatter and drag will catch up with you.
The rue and righteousness consuming you.

I hope you find an easier peace.
Something softer.
I think, in undetermined ignorance:
"No one deserves to break."

You were soft and silly
We laughed at tired thoughts
The nap left us clean and lost

Four heavy eyes
Tried to wake up
But we tangled bodies instead

I remember your smell
The rushing, racing
The spin, then all the same

It came and went
Like scents on leaves
From the plant we found before

It won't make sense
But give me a moment
To daze and remember then

I smiled at you
Between those strings
With sun
Like love
In May

This faded polaroid photography
Is struggling to capture
Some once-profound philosophy

It's bending to enliven

Your city of promising bones
With all the loud mouth blue jays
Choking on bitter cherries

What distinct dysfunction
Braided with wet, sickly kisses
It's amazing how they betray
Every sense of apprehension

Like a cracked, over baked
Homemade cookie
Inviting on the surface
With burnt underbelly

So the noon hour finds me
Seeking sweetness from establishments
Particularly named to suggest
A better reality lies in their arms

The rain can't let up now
It's fallen too strong, too long
Perhaps my tale follows suit
Let me contemplate over coffee, twelve sugars

My greed comes through the back
I recognize the sleight!
Singling it out without mercy
Generosity dressed in trickery

On this day, and those to come
I might stop to hold my tongue
To let the reminder settle & sink
Sing never for the sake of rewards

If I drink green,
    am I more like the tree?

Could I be so tall,
    borne wooden sense
        and roots
            and the creaky sway?

Success, achievement, home house cars
Party, love, listen & spin with sin
Move, kiss, untie my maple eyes
Brief but explosive, steeped in black tea
Hydrogenated coffee creamer, sweet
Taste or bitter love the same

We turned stones, fleshy and hot
Scented softly, like reminders of the bits
We couldn't ever really taste, or hear
The place our fingers fell, outcomes
Aside, outcomes alive or ablaze. With twin
Coins, each ten sides, when all of them
Move as snakes do, softly with
Purpose to swallow us, like sand nested
Avian eggs, sweet and rich

Give to me a new light. This hue so strange
These parameters so wild, so different and full
Of song. Upwards and with a choral roar
A neon scream or a gentle squeeze

The endless feeling runs a thick steam
Heated with wet body stream. Oh goddess
Or god... Sexless beauty becomes evident
And alive inside of you and me. We give thought
To the giant sun or the smallest drops
Fogging the window, our cheeks
Belong to we. Upwards or out to sea
There is always a breeze

And the body breaks but we are fine
And we're open to ours if we're open to time

You lay me to sleep, soft tangerine
With ritual white and burned blue
I watch you smile behind closed eyes
And fall into October leaves

The gauze of fog insists on hiding
The nearby island
But still
The sun is tangerine

More more
Tactless, mind of brute
I wish I could call myself
Separate from this

Still, I run and run
Faster than my wisdom
Stimulate
Stimulate

Is there some elegant closing
To this wild expression?
Not quite
More salt instead

I fall asleep
With a numbness
I wish I hadn't
Welcomed in

An old tree is
Embracing the soil
Embracing the sky
Without a will

Simply, to thrive
Just as easily
To die
Rid of evening chants

Lacking logic, lacking time
Each thread
Integrates
Thoughtlessly

But we
With ladders of misery
With counts and scales
And endless isolation machines
Our soil is dust
And fabled peace
Lies dormant

Rust creeps over
Our ploughs and tractors...

In the darkness
I surely heard them!

Whispering & laughing
    straight into those
        old, fresh wounds

In the darkness
I surely ran to them!

White promises like
    infinite love or
        some unshakeable core

In the darkness
I surely needn't mind!

Today is better
    with ice cream
        and a warm kiss

She saw me tonight

Eye white and freshly full
"Hello, who are you?"
She asked me, and
I answered in muffled syllables

She knows my phase
And calls my shifts tragic
I respect her gaze
How it pulls me to myself

And through the gauze I've woven
In less than two months time
I sink deep into possibility
So far from this present

A dusty black
Drop of grit
Carries a payload
Of promise, weaving
To my lips and
Into my hopeful
Muscle and bone

Today I will
Accomplish
Today I will
Move

The white carts are scattered around
Neon grass is sprayed over the hills

Hot, electric motors carry them away
Struggling to deliver an 18-hole escape plan

The keys I play in a window opposite
Sing notes loud so I can breathe

I ask the paper when I'll be filled
The answer is couplets over bottles of pills