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BB Tyler Oct 2018
im realizing
that even when relaxing
im grasping at the air
feel need to hold
what's not there

when the cold in your stare
brings me 'round
to the ground
and im all ears again
making fear a friend
before it gets the better
of us

keep em close
keep em close
embers in your pocket
dont let the wind
turn suspicion
to a rocket

i've flagged down the last cab
BB Tyler Aug 2018
a hungry ghost
can be beautiful
in her mask
and gold
and silver
and silk

alone
top of the mountain
bottom of the sea

i've only ever met you
in the middle
BB Tyler Aug 2018
shortly after
or before
the domestication of fire
on a verdent, windswept heath
a living ancestor
in pain
in love
moved her breath in such a way
so as to make shapes
and colors in the air

and on that same day
another ancestor
saw and knew
that her eyes could fill
with heart
and rain
could water
the little garden in her ribs and belly
BB Tyler Aug 2018
with all the poignant world
dazzing and spinning about
bent at a screen
fixed on finding
the definition of wonder
BB Tyler Aug 2018
is the source of wonder
intrinsic to the wonderer
or that which is wondered
at and about
?
BB Tyler Aug 2018
ground herbs

a phrase that can emit,
in the mind of the reader,
all senses :

rasping
sound
of pestle to mortar
stone to stone
to skin
touch
of rosemary
or mint
redolence
and a hint
of the green
of the leaves
seen

the
taste
in all of our mouths
dredge and nectar
ever present

are two words not enough
to describe?
or are they
all to much
BB Tyler Aug 2018
night

light on her face

looking up
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