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Keeping here,painted in smears,letting goof teardrops from a moonwhose face is that of a silver trace,whose presence waitsfor another night, seeing me, unanswered. Broken song.A wail from a throat,and in the reiterating of speech, I repeat what I thoughtwas never said, was never repeated, was never saidwhen we were never wed. It was said,a long…
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Remedying hesitationwith rising smokefor nostrils,those that barelyever breathed. While wedwelled on safetywithin limits,we weren’t drinkinga forgotten truth. There’s no warmthfrom seeing what falls,from up close. There’s brisk airto take in,when the earth quakes. From embersthat liquifya current tragedy.From faceswe once knewto ease our despair. There’s a lessonto build with,once we inhalea memoryto be kept near,until…
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It ripples,within merciful,forcefulfinality. It angles,inside asymmetrical,distortedsanctity. The death,that neither of us,wanted to seecome to lifehas dawned. The decisionto let you leavehad been hurtingthe part of usstill hoping. I denywhat’s shifted meinto a sidewaysfit of ridicule. Could Ihave stopped death,before it,on its ashen wings,came aboard? I revisethe lettersI’ve long tossedinto an ocean.
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Still the dirtfor youto crawl through.Undressyour wounds,to revealyour infection. It has leakedthrough delays,those you’ve counted.You’ve long knownwhat had to be done,before running. You wash your handsin your blood,fortifying denialwith iron. You’re been reflectingthis blunt weather,through a puddleshowing streams. Such resistancespreads nothingexcept vapor,the monochromeleaving your lungs. You create the stormto concealthrough its thunder,its clash of clouds,your…
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Your remnants,captured,somewhat alive,inside a bottleto drink from,during whatever chancethere might be left. I have no answersto fill inthis raging void,cutting me offfrom what I must doto survive. I cannot risehigher than a linedrawn on the surface,paralyzing meon both sides. There are screams,there are wishesto flood fields with.Here, I’m driftingafter letting goof your handto the burning…
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Over the mirrorfor yourself-condescension,your universehas been inflatingyour secrets. In your reflection,you are knotted,holding back a lifeout of fearof what followsafter a second. Simplicityis your drawback,while a kind gesturecompels youto rethinkwhat you failedto bring. Your imaginationtravels everywhereto find enemiesin shadowsthat never existedbefore you made themfrom red clay. Your woundsare your answersto keep runningyour mouthdown a cave,echoing…
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Bite the lipthat tremblesfrom a first beliefthat turbulencehad cleared. Drown the achein Neptune’s flood,after broken fleshhas been burieda total of twice. To rememberyour fall,I’ll be temptedto dive right in,to reclaim what I hopeddeath wouldn’t take. To revisitwhere your lighthad vanished,I might use the momentto explore a realmunmeant for beating hearts. You’ve been promisedbetter peace,greater reliefthan…
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Distinguishingiron truthsfrom limitless,liquid directions,we’ve let inmere sounds,muted messages. There are visionsthat know whatto see, in knowingthere are other sightsunable to be unseen. The deaths of manycan’t filter pastthe tyrannical unconscious,passing filtersplaced under deceit. A life must recognizespaces in the ivy.Always overgrown,as it still showswhere growthmust go. Fires cannotsolve everythingat once. Distill the snowto be drunkon…
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A single channelto reflectupon a life too farfrom reaching arms,where hidouesnessreplaces beauty. Emptinesssmothered a light,blocks warmthfrom melting winterinto infinite dropsfrom eyes that starein one direction. Where you went,I cannot go,until I’ve also beendismemberedfrom summer. I can’t deliveranother kissto your wide face,just to the shadowyou left here. I’m dreamingfrom eons awayfrom the momentI’ll suffocateon the iceon…
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Bitter secretion,absolute secrecycovers upyour bodyinto haze. You still attemptto stretchyour hollowed voicetowards a sunrise. You still hopeto revive what’s left,to be heardfrom bruised lips. To dreamof dying in reverse,to reopenyour cold heartto the heatof reenvisioned life. It’s agonyto see you walkingwithout weight. It’s ceremonyto see you outliningyour form from blood.
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The sun’s risenabove its curtain,painting widethe earth’s fleshwith a blinding displayof white-out. To mute our rebirthedchorus of cries,we must lookwithout looking ahead. We must break,without breaking bread. It doesn’t sustainour malnourished minds. We’re asking for dropsfor an emptied ocean. We’re seasonalfor how we fall. We’re fatalfor staying still. A hush without a vowdrives us into…
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Those times we kissedsuch scars we hopedwould fade beforeour lives had to departtowards inevitability. Death doesn’t answeranything but its own,achieving the same resulton a constant stream. A perpetual tollthat turns futuresonto the brazenimpact of sequence. It all happensfor the reasonwe want to deny. Our spiritsare kept in a bottle,ready to spill. What gooddoes running do,when…
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Should pain showthe right direction,aside fromthis sluggish bleed,I swear to bethe first to admire. For the while,it carries onspeech that leaksfrom a mouthfilled with rotten teeth,torn testaments. Appreciationsaves nothingbut tattered pages,better left on a pathblack with decay. I’m sinkingseconds into hours,hours into a lifetimewaiting for hopeto boil over. No handhas wanderedthis wayto remind me. No…
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