Heard Walking (day 2208)

Out walking
To me, you were floating
Ethereal, from matter
Beside me in frame
But floating upon my mind
Never leaving my consciousness
For each step I wondered
Will she still follow?
Does she hear the same river I hear?
Has her heart heard mine now?
To which I remained in breath
An achingly lost lament
That followed my beating heart
Into a heart of softness
I still hoped for knowing.

Memory (day 2207)

The day was half over
Filled with drunks and half wits
That slowly dislodged the sane ties
Holding what edges of reason I had together
I flipped the channel
Inhaled deeply
Groaned with anticipation
And slowly leaked what thick blood I had
Into a mason jar
Ready to be placed close
To lost bits of memory
I never knew were gone.

My Breath Caught in Fire (day 2206)

Crescent of my memory
Shines like water we braved together,
Amidst barnacles and salty slime
Where my dancing heart played games
With the sea lion
That so transfixed your gaze.

We dried our shivering hairs
Upon rocks of an overcast day
That supped with each ebb and flow,
Gathering my breath caught in fire
– each step to the four corners of earth.

An innocence I hadn’t expected
A sensitivity I hadn’t planned
A heartbeat I have learned to only observe
Though my inclining fingers reach towards
For this, long ago, has bowed deeply
To the essence and reality of you.

Last Goodbye (day 2205)

Aches upon my swollen spine
Rip each leaf from my floating limb
Today I am a butterfly
An overturned birds nest
Waiting for a last goodbye
That will save my heart another beat
Mercilessly trapped inside a frame
Aching with each pounding name.

Tea (day 2204)

Make me reel in your sweetest tea
I hear scarlet raindrops
Opening every door so tenderly
Saturate my safely laid plans
With incandescent luminosity
Breaking my lucid dreaming
With delicate fingerprints
Dancing faster then I had imagined
In a gallery of ancient symbols.

Caught in a Rainstorm (day 2203)

Soaking droplets
Wind chills
Soggy toes

Plaque (day 2202)

I’ve hung out all my rags
Run wild and free
I’ve searched the lands
And become cold
I’ve dipped my toes
Into the water
And felt my fingers freeze
Let them blue
And felt inside
A wind, forever blow
I’ve become undeniably
Focused as I path
Each and every lesson
That I cannot surpass
And to the claim
My name shall remain
A plaque set back upon the wall.

Toes (day 2201)

I have experienced this before
Toes pointed forward
Tongue tied
Missing little bits I never ever held
Counting down the days
To keep my mind occupied
No deadline approaching
No timeline to meet
Just anxious and mythodic footsteps
Approaching a number
That never mattered
But to my easy mind
Heartbeats and approaching dreams
Close my eyes and realize
An afghan is my sweater, again.

Ancient Ilk (day 2200)

This is my primitive shit
My unconditional
Motivated by another force
Called a different name
Hung with different nails
Wood of an ancient ilk.

This is the voice ignored
The silenced, betrayed
A crashing of stillness
That left cracks
Spreading to remind me
I haven’t changed
Just remembered.

To Stand (day 2199)

Thought I was the one, man
Took every last dime
Crawled away in darkness
Head hung not so high
Wished upon a night sky
For strength to stand my way
How many more upsets
Must I leave away in earnest
Take my hands from the cutting block
I’m still able to stand
But I thought I was the one
And here I am still a man.

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