bee keepers waltz (03/15/2024)
you make me feel
like a bee in a dandelion field
nourished and sunny
and
scattered to the warmth of the wind
that carried the ocean to the plains
to above the lakes
to the cracks I'm the sidewalks
where we met
where we keep meeting
where you held my hand
and keep holding
through the rain
Saturday 16th March 2024 12:01 pm
hospital print (02/04/2024)
I can hear it
the bending wire
of the armistice:
twisted and tined
plucked high and fine
and bitten
for a taste of fast and cheap iron
a prickling thrill provokes
like a high water line
makes me wonder
what chokes
and what it takes
to be full
to be whole
instead,
the best I can do is a side of myself
and a garnish of mint
(for color)
even while raked raw
naked, id ...
Monday 4th March 2024 10:36 am
dog eared (date unknown)
that full moon mood
cold and bright cascades:
a twist, a press
as a touch, wrung wistful
grips shaped gasps
goosebumps, brushing thistles
a skyward buck
a smiling howl
and a cooling, bliss-ed
descent
again.
this is what worship
should feel like
mouths mapping a collapsing curve
drawn closer--too close
to a white hot center
spel...
Wednesday 28th February 2024 12:45 am
fog III (02/01/2024)
a weighty fog
like tinned milk
sweetly opaque
hiding the feathers and tears
traces of a an empty place called
heaven.
these beads rest on hats
press down on weary brows and
weave between the fibres
of gloves
of family
such a slippery thing, this life.
like a rain you can't catch on your tongue
but the taste weaves between your
thoughtful mol...
Thursday 1st February 2024 5:49 pm
lithe (01/18/2024)
what a tongue flick. a comet-tail
a touch of poison; a fluid sail
lithe
raised upright in a misty wood
to catch winds for long-abandoned boats
a land-loch, waiting for heaven
waiting, like I would
pressed against a door frame
mounded from earth and ash
a home writ upon
these hostile lands:
a space of teeming life
mistook greens and greys
blotches and heightened braille
on...
Thursday 18th January 2024 2:44 pm
sleep paralysis III (01/03/2023)
if I stare at the roof long enough
would i let it's ink
roll down over me ?
my shape, pliant and waiting and
rutting
tilting toward the certainty
the cooing touch and strain
spreading stygian weight
pressing down, down, and do...wn
coy and waiting with glistening teeth
brushing, roiling voice
weight like a purring cinderblock
hands, too many to be real
too deft to be human
...
Friday 5th January 2024 3:14 pm
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