Seventeen cuts
Peeled back fingernails
Blisters ‘midst palms
Category: manly
Orbs (day 2966)
I’ve been wondering what could come of me
For I’ve lost my will to give
Alone out here outside of light
Forgotten down the road.
Yet every time I form the words
My answer comes alive
Taking me to the deepest roads
Where at once I come to make
A drop into my pond of stillness
Shattering all wandering thoughts
Into outwardly emanating orbs.
Frightful Moon (day 2963)
I woke up in a frightful moon
Glowing against the night
Forgotten where I had come from
Horizon on my mind
Spoke three words
That came to mind
Left no trace of my passing
Then, without much further warning
Snuck off into night.
Simply Fire (day 2962)
As I woke
My mind became aware
Simply fire
Heightened allure
Awaiting (day 2957)
Alone I awaited
Like a ghost I could see
I knew
I wore colours I needed
And embraced
My worn vision
Pale, vanishing
Twilight
Smokestack feelings
Carrying my wind tunnel
Like a Gypsy traveler
Upon my bent back
And singing my silence.
Little Letter (day 2955)
She awoke and set her limits
No longer wishing, praying
Betting on lust over magic
For her pressure was magic
And lust was present
Betwixt forefinger and thumb
Madness and numb
Flutter and bang
Hollywood and Georgia
And with one long step
Knee high and leather
Lust’s little letter
Dropped in to visit.
Golden Moonlight (day 2953)
In the moonlight
That claims us all the same
I want to touch you
So tender
Lonesome
I am a spoken dove
Two wings to fly so high
Golden wishes
Expired beside my written name
I Want to Feel You (day 2952)
I want to feel you
Until the lonesome bubbles
Fade away from my open eyes,
Huddled in the darkness;
Wooden chair holding
My scissors and notebook.
I want to feel you
So the open pages
I haven’t found to mark
Stay to the light
Forever low
Outside your door;
Knocking my heart
Ceases, overwhelmed by thunder.
Hill (day 2951)
And so I came to the hill
Wrapped in all things
Left here to dry, to weep and cry
To spell out long letters
To those last glimpses of my truth
Who have left the last marks
Ravaging the little beasts
Smoking atop the hill so crested.
And then it began to drip down
Along the side of my being
Gooey globs of scent infused
Suffering that made me stop,
Gaze uncontrollably
At the giant drops of passion,
And remember how far
I still have to go
For I think I have a hill to climb.
Dunes (day 2949)
I have withered in my seams
A coldness I knew that grew
A steady drop, a loud kerplunk
Awoken from my slump
Yet even in my deepest throngs
A gap that loosened up
Trajectory and motivate
Scraggley weeds at the dunes
