Beyond

The Fields The fieldsthat line our heartsthe tips of it's furpinpricks of goldas it shiversin and out of the darkwhere I waitdripping neoninto the hush of waterwatching your fieldshimmering like shouldersof a pantherbeyond the rain

Quantum Physics

Quantum physics the darkness made by our held handssame size as a flame where something has the potentialto be in many places at the same timethe flame resided in both our chests one of us looked now curled in the box of my heartthe corpse of a cat our flame now just minesits beneath it... Continue Reading →

Heart

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Shoals Of Starlings

Heart

misshapen

a stress ball

squeezed too much too often

forgotten its original

perfect shape

crushed

not squeezed anymore

skin brittled

by the stare of seasons

flakes if touched

misconfigured

requires re-calibration

seams splitting

no quality control

for years

pumps the blood

all wrong

gushes then slows

thick then thin

no longer glides

when my world

had two suns

lined me with light

one sun down

deposits ash now

there is still someone

feeding the fire

not shovelfuls

with crushed hands

a coal at a time

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Heart

Heart   misshapen a stress ball squeezed too much too often forgotten its original perfect shape   crushed not squeezed anymore skin brittled by the stare of seasons flakes if touched   misconfigured requires re-calibration seams splitting no quality control for years   pumps the blood all wrong gushes then slows thick then thin no... Continue Reading →

Share

Share   These are the things I wanted to give you today the scent of morning light   the coloured smoke from the ghost of rivers ribboning across faded fields   single notes dropped into┬ádark bowls of water freezing into snowflakes   the night of the piano lid feathered with ice the shadows from inside... Continue Reading →

Routine

Routine   scared you you desired differences constant rebirth you wanted the forest fire you dreamt of new shoots their pale flames slowly un-scrolling their necks raising their heads from the ash amongst the scribbles of smoke   the truth is everything is routine always evolving and revolving in the free-fall and the trick- le... Continue Reading →

Bucket List

I don't know but bucket lists feel dangerous to me?   Bucket List Not to need a bucket list. Not to want a bucket list. Not to own a bucket list. To burn this in a bucket.

I still look for you

I still look for you   scanning the crowds for the edges of your torn darkness that I imagine still burning like the tips of sucked on cigarettes once in a while above the sea of heads I see some of your butterflies of ash crumbling as they crowd surf on the thermals from all... Continue Reading →

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