Archive | May, 2019

Where do they come from?

23 May

I’ve got to go too far

now knowing I cannot

cannibalize the bar.

I find myself within the knot

of thoughts of how our stars

crossed paths and then did not.

I did not need another friend.

Dead end.

–

You needed comforting,

but I was late and left.

I felt the shuttering

implosion shoulder heft

against the door it stings

of sins your father left.

You penned

every last loose end.

–

Well love is just a place

we come to visit when

we overcome the pace

of weekly cycle spin.

And while you ran the race,

you could not get in.

A rip you could not mend.

Again.

–

And then you flew into

the wild unknown of blue.

Had I imagined it?

Or was that a bad dream too?

Had I imagined it when

your heart was made of tin?

–

I’ve got to go too far

now knowing I cannot

cannibalize the bar.

I find myself within the knot

of thoughts of how our stars

crossed paths and then did not.

I did not need another friend.

The end.

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8 May

To claim the ego to say to everyone

that we have anything to

say, well it takes a lot to tell someone

how we feel, how we are, what’s new?

The future we won is

just another bend in

the river we carved with

the way we hold our hands.

The way we watch our sands

fall from the rooms with

feather beds and bear skin,

But that’s not the future we want, is it?

And if I was the moon

staring at stars across the room

and I saw you,

I would eclipse and fall into

some shadow state

and hide my face

in fear that you

could see right through.

Some celestial scene.

Seems extreme,

but it’s meteors

we’re juggling.

Did you know you live

in the wrinkles of my skin?

And did you know that

what you want I would live?

The future we won is

just another rend in

the silk black sheets

that make up our memory.

The felling of another tree

to protect our heads from sleets

I wander in,

ivy, rains and winds I miss.

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