"meltwater" poems
instrumental
dreamer
time free
to sight see
wide
down
corybantic
oval
perimeter
shedding
tiers
in a garden
of angels
sprinkled
with pine cones
at the border of
void and Vaud
cantons
of meltwater cirque
les petites Fauconnières
the inner basin
of my outer reaches
I am
your
visitor
I am
your
audience
let's
stop
for snow
and polar cap
songs
where things
are still run by the natural elements
instrumental dreamer
not by algorithms
not by advancement
Feb 10, 2022
Feb 10, 2022 at 10:19 AM UTC
I sought out
A girl whom I could envy
I sought in
A feeling I could control.
Laughing meltwater laughter
Skimming stones with skipping feet
All together
As if nothing were the same as others.
I sought out
A bond forged in experience
I brought in a little less control
I found myself drawn
To just one more hug.
Don't let's go, don't let's be
It's not as simple
As love and hate
For I was not free
I hold your hand and
Feel the shackles
I stroke your hair and
Feel the web.
Sticky.
I look at my feet
As I trot beside you and
I'm led by sticks and carrots
By my endless want for something
You'll have to go away to give me.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 8:26 AM UTC
The sky was set,
stern and volcanic.
My blood ran like meltwater.
Winter flew desultory
around the roof of a
nameless wood -
the birds refused to fall.
Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 9:54 PM UTC
Here is the vond vedette,
Here are the congeries scopulous at the alluvion combe - a serow discovers a yawn
Within its palm. Electrical storms redd over this mountain's peaks its verbs, spate it's cwms. Lichen flux ecesis, caught in the current towards veridity.
A verderer hazed by chessile guillotines, naves hain- dwindling grike of corrasion
Indomite lithoids behooving one's obstacle of self, set by sanguine puerile innocent knosps. While the eyes howk that merriment of skin-cleft sensations into the reweaved aureoles, those many colored plumes of split flowers, which open into brightly singing dactyls of these grieving bield and obscene vocations. To the gulch of one thousand bells, and only the passive nestling interstices to anoint them
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 5:46 PM UTC
I was born from snow and glacier
meltwater from the lands the sun
doesn't touch
I was born from blood and the ink
on the writs for a million ancient
creeds, lost to time
I was born on broken promises and
the dream that one day, California
will be mine
It's my American destiny to be haunted
by roadside attractions and to drink water
poisoned by my dog's dying howls
I dream of porcelain snowfall and moonlight
on your upper lip as we kiss for the last time
before you lay me to rest
I sing of a legacy forged in steel and stone, set for
our children to gaze upon, a great mausoleum
destined to fall to our greatest adversaries
But if my dreams don't come true?
Breathe me back to life
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 12:21 AM UTC
i set out to make a book of love and understanding
where we walk roads rife with wildflowers and
hike mountains with streams of meltwater
but here i find myself breathing in stormclouds
and i feel my lungs cloy with thick dust
clay and rust will replace the blood in my veins
atrophy of the mind
i want to be free of this, the constant fatigue,
the emotions overflowing as water from
a ***
i didn't mean to go this way when i saw the
fork in the road
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 5:10 PM UTC