Sleep
You climb
red
rouged
ravenous
tall
steps mounting
heavy handed
I hold your waist
there is only
a second now
of time to spare
before I forget
everything.
Soup
Pause
look down
over streets
so soft
cotton wind
the gentle rustling
of broken things
trying to mend themselves
remembering what
hope could be like
on a cold winters day
Tide
Shell
hollow
send a message
to those I love
tell them
that I am not lost
only
waiting for the word
to become whole
again
Forgive
She passed the sugar
barely meeting
the fragile touch
of what was
something she loved
spin and stir
my spoon
in the coffee
the visions
will come soon
telephone her
and tell her
to come
at once
through the hooded path
down the maple steps
across the bridge
her heel
momentarily
sticking
in the wood
freeing it
and grabbing the fire
to watch it all burn
Spark
Pain
the dirt drips
red and sticky
choking the wind
black pitched
and sirens call
how lucky to set
the alarm
the lowest fall
first
Purpose
Crows downward spiral
Shifting imagine the worst
Lucky to be five
Grave
Fingers tapping down
Hit the cold night down harder
down down into ash
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