It will always be an island
The difference between us
Should I begin to dream
Somehow we share the same sand
Abandon me again
Tag Archives: Poetry
Want
When
In your rusty, craggy, rasp
You speak
Shall the manna cease
I
Reach hopeful
Faithful
And doubtless
To correct your precision
To say This
It Can not
Remembering
I look within and to the sky
With wonder
Why
I thought to leap
What
Had I to give
That had not before been
Properly pronounced
In such a way
That hearts could care
I care
Anti-thought
Imagine the slip
The paper
The grey
The analogue
The digital
The what have you
I take it back
My slip
Edge of the Bed
Listen to breathing and birds
Or
Or
Sit frozen staring
One with this psyche
No choice
No choice
The dark tunnel
Unwanted corners, irrational speed
Walk ’round
Run down
A motherless child brings me home
What Brink
Take a photo of me
Somebody
Let your lens
Strip away the noise I wear
When I can’t see
Be the eye
Denied to me
Shutter
Capture me
Finally
Whole Home
The ol’ place out West
The Southern shadows in need
But more so, the Heartland
Then the universe in the North
Before the trek back East
Grey Paper
Words
Wasting words
Like wishes to the wind
Warned I was
Warn I will
Walk
And waste not
Words
Clarity
It’s each day, isn’t it?
We dig deep into the recesses
Pull out the silken fabric
Clean their soil from our sunglasses
Then smile that we remember
The true truth
Insipid Storm
How the heat
Awakens us
Unfairly ’round midnight
Demanding
Be more
Want more
Until we can take it no more
Covers off
Masks off
Enshroudments be gone
Our skin will breathe
At 3am
We’ll rise by choice
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