Talking to you…10/13/20

PARTS AND PIECES Image The smell of warm concrete and chlorine, the summer used to hold me hostage. There was an oversized rectangular concrete slab children climbed upon to tug and pull at their sticky bathing suits, while watching themselves in an equally large reflective piece of cloudy glass hanging on the wall. When it … Continue reading Talking to you…10/13/20

Left As Kindling – September 23, 2020

For what it’s worth I no longer feel Unless, your touch alone Scorches Prodding me As deeply as a touch Once did Beautifully burning Serenity Uncontrolled And timid ~Losing everything all at once~ And there In that space I come alive And ignite The air You exhale

Stream of Conscious – September 15, 2020

The thick air Brackish in its tint Dives deep into my lungs Where I become free Listening to the noises In the great wide open Softly bending my attention Escaping Everything Like butterflies Into the limpid sky A dotted haze Floating off To somewhere

Extrapolate Me – September 9, 2020

I like your words Because they’re wild And they pick at my brain Spin my insides Into knots Taking me from the burden of my sanity Or insanity But who’s counting While I read on Waiting in the darkness For what comes next The candle eventually Fizzles And the lure of gases Persuades me Out … Continue reading Extrapolate Me – September 9, 2020

It Must Have Been Kismet – July 31, 2020

A scent blown by The wind Lost as she travels And fulfills A blind destiny We will never outrun In our greatest sprint Even then We will be Chased By the laurals We hold up To make us whole In disregard To our one true soul

Whilom – September 1, 2020

Hanging on like smoke From nights past Gritty and nasty Rolling through the day Hair pent up And tangled So many tangles My fingers no longer twirling of boredom Left in the nights before As have you But this smell Does not wash out I cannot rid it’s cling Lingering in daydreams Dirty and lost

Dreaming of You – August 25, 2020

What happens when my mind goes And my body is left curved like the moon A piece of Swiss cheese So many holes The man asks, Where did you come from? A place where The tilt Makes the only difference The sun shines Or it doesn’t Later isn’t yesterday And now will never be tomorrow … Continue reading Dreaming of You – August 25, 2020