Today’s coffee reminds me of the day
I ripped a six inch long
one inch deep hole into
the back of my leg.
Thirteen years old,
maybe I was fourteen
at my best friends father’s shop
he worked a lot with cement
and had a big yard
with mounds of gravel
we’d go up and down and around
on our new single track bikes.
It hurt
it hurts
and memories are always there
to bring me away
and back
to where some memories hurt
but ripping the hole
didn’t really hurt
flesh wounds are like that.
Tag: hole
Gates (day 3194)
No longer could the gates be closed
No longer were they present
Abandoned
For when the sky
Turned its evil red
A wind swept in
Opening the holes
Receding each memory
Until desolation took hold
And all was washed
White with time
Which left no one
To collect
Fragments of dust
Standing guard
At the gates
They could no longer close.
Truth (day 2934)
I am opening my water hole
Into another sea
Fortune favours me
I closed my eyes and prayed
Mother said I was true
Heard each bird calling
Laid away every weapon
Fought with my own sword.
Red River into Thy Heart (day 2564)
Deceived again
I’ve fallen into
A rabbit hole of goo.
Spewing all sorts of muck
A red river
And a dirty shoe.
Down down down I go
A pleasure cruise gone bad
Leaving little bits of lies
Discarded, buried deep.
And then at once
Sky opens up
Dragons retreat, depart
Leaving dark clouds
Rolling away
And a softened heart
Becomes.
Alone With Myself (day 2550)
I crawled with you into this hole
I left my shoes off
And stepped into the dirt
Clawing at the walls to reach my end
Like a dragon in a fairy tale
Taken down by our valiant soldier
And when I saw my deepest sunshine
I reflected on it’s darkness
An effervescence that made my lip twitch
Morphing into giants on the wall
Leaving me in my hole
Alone with myself
A Hole (day 2514)
I’m walking with the wish
To fall into a hole
Sensibly round
And with enough depth
That my pleas for serenity
Meet only with an echo
Reverberaring about
The circular cell
Until I sink down into submission
Accepting this fate.
Rainy Day on Dirt (day 2506)
Sloshing suction
Filling holes
Trickle down my nose
Ten Thousand (day 2448)
Born ten thousand years ago
Learned to see the moon
Carry a fire inside my soul
Lord, I’m coming home
Sitting alone in wild unknown
Breath of ten thousand breaths
Watched a leaf fall to earth
Felt it land so soft
Walked the path till I saw all clear
Deep in a medley hole
Called moon my mother’s name
Lord, I’m coming home
A Little Mouse (day 2117)
As if in the ransack of time a little mouse could foresee such a circumstance, little unbeknownst to him and his furry paws scuttling to and fro about the forest floor – roots for here and roots for there, but left in a random mess that danced like bliss – as the owl hooted loud the shakey graves below the folly could tell ten thousand stories of arching madness and screaming terror; look out look out look out my friend, I have not come to be thy penance, no, I am here to hold thy candle brighter, to make thy night much less weirder, to the side of willow river and make a dart into thy deepened hole of safety and say to thy family you love them better and listen to your little mice that complain of washing and complain of chores but lead your life as you best can for times will come and leave you better beside the river and your cavern and your pretty mice wife, hither.
Deeper (day 1968)
I want this into my soul
And just like that.
I want to be clearer
As fog rolls inside
Toiling amidst grace
As ten thousand tears
Roll down my thorns
And leave, hurriedly,
Like my moonlight
Arching my silhouette madly
With spirals digging holes
Into my soul, sadly.
