the static channel is louder today, the musty recliner sinks deeper, a socked foot blocks the left most side of the hushing screen, the channel changes the static turns to picture of a woman selling pans her golden curled hair flowed as she walked back and forth just under was the number 18005552457 stainless steel… Continue reading 1-800-555-2457
Tag: Poem
strange creature/_
between us and her just a little space we can feel it all our bodies and yours we can hear your heart beatin' through us nothin' but star dust paint on a brush our universe make a mold of your hand on ours little love can go real far.
eri
the worst villian but always strikes clean, unforgiving persistant and held by two arms. time sweeps through open and closed windows self imposed - own will justice with no checks and balance. time is god.
bottom of the barrel
the bottom wasn't the bottom it never existed it was just home, the golden fish would tell stories of a land bathed in light kissed by soft air- we huddled around her stories of fulfilment and life, we prayed to poseidon to bring us; bring us to the land of the free, where goldy stayed-… Continue reading bottom of the barrel
Leon
a crewmate on our last days - "be less of yourself for anyone and the sea will reclaim you, our lives on Leon; this boat will change you so you can survie, we live on our captains words: where the water bleeds fresh, will live as kings of! we sailed on Leon for days without… Continue reading Leon
snow globe
it should but it doesn't, do you test me or is your will to test mine. your hands break the earth around my foundation just to give it a shake like a snow globe, watch the world slowly drift back back to me
cheese shredder
the vault, is empty picked clean like the slowest in the pack, treasure fallen to the bottom the bottom of the ocean, popping little ben's eyes green eyes drowning in the black
wonder wander trail
i've written this a thousand times told you in a hundred ways will remember you for ten lives and love you entierly in this one- i worry the metaphor will fail you be lost in a bee hive as i'm covered in honey rip my chest open with your pooh like claws and never leave… Continue reading wonder wander trail
patience
ring the bell dinner is ready- i missed it; silent to the bell house on a hill chances are i'll miss the next one waiting for the right one to ring that bell
on the left
if i lose you i lose me two truths don't make a right so we made a left- left it all behind so i never lose me
Saint's Muse 