set sail

rewinding time isa cordwhat can you afford?little more than ribcagelittle less than a skullsome kind of dreamsome kind of lullwe were shipfor an empty hullon waves that we cannot tune in toa situation we maroon intoall the things we have been through

when you

when you produce a smilewhen you produce a tearwhen you reach in and touch a heartthen the words mean something is someone thinking?is something said?then the words mean somethingyou did your job

all stories are love stories

aftermath is a juddering cryit is finding new laughterit is finding the magicremembering the magicand seeing inestimable beauty that lived with youand within youall human stories are love storiesall stories are love storieshands over big heartswaiting for the expected silence

my darling cat

for Gandalf the cat where we sitholding onto each otherour hands on the heartof this beautiful creatureas he struggles to staylong enough to saygoodbye

paint bubbles

blister the paintnot for the faint heartedit ain’t how it startedall the dear-departedghosts in the heartlandtake-it-apart landfucked-by-false-start landa hand of glorya buckled storydo you find you need to implore me?as the story tellerare you looking for some glory, fella?

whistle

i’m a keyboard of buttonsa case of pencilsopen and shuta punch in the guta cracker for a nuti’m a whiskey buti’m not, i’m knoti haven’t forgoti won’t forgetbut i never get my whistle wet

doubt sells something

you are the one that put it theretrapping me in your doubt-set snaremaking it seem like i don’t caresending up a warning flarebefore i was even half awareyours is truly the lion’s share i don’t want to shoutbut put there, how can i do without it?you can’t sell something if you doubt itwhat are you

apples again

i’ve been running into wallsand denying itknocked by apples into fallshappy trying itand though the ride appalsi’ve been buying it the head you shoot onusing an apple to make a tell of newtontwitching like snow white after pollutionkisses and tars for a magic solution a snake didn’t do itit was choiceawake and we knew itknowing

back to the AC

this bright sunand pollenthe clouds move aroundlight and shadows blown i am a paused creationa heat baked rivera solid melti rise before it is over back to the AC

testing boundaries

and what isn’t playing a game?i watch the world move aroundshadow drifting into lightthe face of a watch cats in a circlewater and the barriersfire and the surfacesa fingertip on glass testing boundarieslike music hangingabove you as an invitebelow you as a soundtrack is the binary a duelor a choice?fueled and fuelfooled and schooled a