When you look at me
Like I’m growing thin
Edges of my sloping chin
I walk amidst my fever ghosts
Lost, dark as night.
I feel the crown
Upon my heart
Fuse into my spine
That never woke
A fevered breath
That sounded hoarse as dust.
For when the game
Of morning light
Awakens this lost night
I will address
My dying breath
So delicate an embrace.
Tag: spine
Fever (day 3032)
Whisper in my ear tonight
I am fever all over
Locked inside a cage and screaming
My mind is all made up.
Without your scratch
Drawing blood from my veins
I have no mercy in my heart
Thunderous is my every start.
The clouds have opened,
The Gods have yelled,
Ground has shaken underneath,
Here my spine blows in the wind
Shaking at this fever.
Spirals (day 3014)
This is fine
This spine
The Earth descends
And dances it’s secret
Towards the ancient seed
That glows
And sows
It’s endless womb
Encircling the mess
That crawls and creeps
That slime
That whine
And soon enough
Memory fades to clouds
And then before
The door
What more?
Creaking of the hinge
That leaks a light
Scaring off
The bunny
Looking back.
Let Me Wail (day 2968)
Lose me
Please forgive me
Lay me low
And let me wail
Resurrect me
Specialize my little mind
Count the blossoms
On my branches
And the needles
In my spine
Let the puddles
Gather around
My tender ankles
Until I sense
Coming daylight
Take my very breath away.
Pieces (day 2932)
Do you care if my soul comes in pieces?
A string attached to spine
Rolling around in a messy wash
Of leftover nails and splinters
Gathered here in my left hand
From a botched carpentry project.
I shot straight,
I climbed high,
I read the books on ethics,
And there beyond my grasp was hidden
A melodramatic stretch of time
That scratched itself
Over dusty chalkboards
And caught again my web
String attached to spine.
Symmetrical Truth (day 2915)
Questions become:
What about truth?
Along with an acre of pasture
There are moments of rain
That twist down the spine
Of Kentucky Bluegrass.
Deserted and alone
The ghosts run sordidly
Through shadows that come at dusk.
Follow the windrows
Carry each bundle lightly
With an eye for each special
Symmetrical glimpse.
Bed of Roses (day 2904)
I woke into a bed of roses
Alone and bleeding out my heart
Dark glass shattered all around
How would I ever learn?
Slipping over a raincloud
Pouring into my open mouth
Yearning for a graceful death pose
Arched spine my sorrow lover
A road forgotten now
Spitting out a bitter taste
Into howling winds of angry hands
That took away my breath.
Jagged Edge (day 2900)
I unrolled my jagged edge
Splaying all my spine
Wondering if cool sunshine
Would wear away my points
To which I laughed the cruelest laugh
That echoed off the rocks
So then I took out my stone
Sharpening again
Resting much more assured
Cutting edge evermore.
Flora (day 2895)
I finally lost it
Dying embers of a blue hidden sun
Closing in on the gypsy caravan
Callused and tired
Sweat perspiring in long streaks
Nostrils flairing
Slight rustling of nearby poplar trees
And the echo of every footstep
Beating out of tune with thy heartbeat.
One last moment
Erased the pain
No longer present
Between shoulder blades and spine,
A hoot broke the echoing
Going deeper inside my brain
A distant owl
Awake to the day
Unaware the danger
Of finding myself in
So the path led twisting
Towards a deeper understanding
Of fungii and lichen
Flora and the rot of its day
Until the madness set in
Spiraling to tree tops touching open sky
And a little beaver dam turned waterfall
Gurgling goodnight.
Charged (day 2889)
Inside of you was fully charged
Steel rods of conductiveness
High voltage was your energy
Electrons flowing inside of me
I felt you coming through my lines
Copper in my veins
Tickling my very spine
Capacitor of fame
I deduced every little cell
Of my lithium battery pack
Calculating all its worth
Until I had all of you inside
A shifting of the tides
Spent of you for me to spend
Dying evermore.