washing my face
I looked up and saw the
sky behind beside me
and I realized that I
never had a bathroom
which had a window in it that
you could see from the
shower and I never look
at the time I used to be
all surfaces soap then
Rinse then hair then get
up get out get gone but
when I had a shower with
steam hitting the sunshine
I stopped hurrying or ever
not caring I got lost in
the thoughts and for got
and I do not know
if I knew not
we made a pact
of total honesty
where we were when
we were there
where it happened
while we went we made sure
the doors were locked and
these lands were protected
and the fall of a leaf
and a fence I have freshly made
and I blessed it
and the yard in the back found
it’s way up this path
and down the road to a place
where three buddas rest
and after a few nights
we cannot sew up this
rip and I wished the complex
maze of mystery which
Saw you find a
major new wind to zoom
through we got you
slowly as the
hours draw softly on
in time we feel the song
never ending this droopy time
yearning for the simple day
nothing in my pockets
every occasion you arrive in town
lost to the new surroundings we
seek for a calm night and a relaxing hour
only we can stop us now
not only can I tell you anything I can say anything
sometimes hoping the end of day is dying
holding close to me heart something
important and dear to me but my
night time prayers are on a
young yawn every time I wake up crying
not an event to get over easily
ears burning because of others talking
low to the ground, I walk, but from far above I see,
some moments only there to feel
over the mountain horizon the clouds begin orange
navigation to the preparation of dusk
nothing in the sky
shows the blue and Grey
of all our views
the very early spirit and
creation believe in the
eternal singularity
or to choose a confusion of
preposterous and wounding and
painful weight of
glamorous awake air in
the midnight hours
the cabins of the river
of your heart down below
in the fields
we shall pass with a laugh
in a similar rambling and
inconclusive way
in the perfect setting
we way fall asleep in
as we would meet a new day
as the time
eats up our souls
and dies on its meat
there have been signs and
colors to define all destruction of self
in the early evening
the distant image of mountains
the pink and cream of old rocks
the big purple clouds that bind landscape
that cast across waters and fields and
Lay quivering in the shadows
of long yawns and stretching moonbeam
as the wind touches all tickled fingers
of the branches of trees
the last light flows to the river
which it ran and
we laughed nearby
under perfect sky
when the deep waters
return
I can hear
your voice underneath them
calling out
to come back home
when the deep waters
place your hand in mine
I will not forget
the little confusion
of your quaint time
and red house where
you helped me
run from so much
when the deep waters
remind me of my barstool silence
and that I was in the car
I should’ve phoned before leaving
but would you have
been able to answer this
when the deep waters
take over my thinking
with your ability to
point out what I do wrong
while the sun on
those dry horizon rocks
tan as the grass
with snow clouds
I am blue as I can be
until you return to save
me from me
suffocating
and drowning
the breath of each day
is taken from me
before I can even attempt to grab it
there is a sun in the sky
beyond the Grey
the silence is only broken
by what rustles in the wind
a hungry mood arrives and
wrestles with me
and I made it to a birthday
I never thought I would see
a bird’s nest
sits in the grass
where it was obviously
rocked from a tree
and it reminds me
of me
and the days are short and
the nights are long
and you are my song
you are the words I
hope to speak in this
storm you are the fire
when the snowstorm
denies me warmth you are
the knife when I have
to defend in the dark
alley you are this sunshine
when I have drowned in
soil you are the whispered
worshipping after years in exile
you are the blueberry
coffee cake after years of
no dessert or breakfast
your energy is like no
other as if I never had
Ice cream or chocolate before
you are the adoration
of strictly nice souls
of warm fuzzies
you are as if
happy dog faces
could purr
as far as the light comes
from fast forms as you
said frosted for the trip
around the other side of
the planet fierce tastes
come and frequent big
fables flare up whenever
sunrise is so painful
and forever sunburn
regrets at dawn file a
unforgettable and unregretable
horizon landscape of
red witch we dread
will not be like the
Los Angeles flames and
the flakes and while
flower petals frosted yet
what would you have
frightened final front
helmet whomever
flanked the final face
made fencing swords look
like humming birds
or quick words
for sure
strong as I am I can not move
something held me down
slid down my throat
every light too bright
all sound too loud
at least you are here to comfort me
in this tortured moment
you are relief
my mind
Normally clear
is full of haze now
but sunlight is coming in through the clouds
many hours have passed since
many hours have passed since I lay down
I am at least spared the pain
and I feel none
who could it be
that did this to me?
white is all that my
eyes can now perceive
I should be feeling something
besides relief my love is near
what time could it be
and where was I last?
I do know for sure
my time is not past
strong as I am
I can not move
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| Patrick Beasley Cons… on date and time |
| Faded Ecstasy on breaking |
| LooKOn Gaming on no meditation |
| Devlin Demontigny on city blood |
| Lucy on Presenting present |
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