stolen jacket fair
a lively winter breath soothes
with conveyance hopes
Tag: Writing
fixative
i only shot photos
in black & white
color escapes my canvas;
stellar collapsed bridges
leading to sinking cites
hills brushed by a gray breeze
& dying trees.
until-
a night at the Exchange
monochrome strobe
smoke & rays
then you;
silky cardinal dress,
polished amber hair,
eyes sleepy royal, brighter than the moon.
now in my darkroom’s ruby glow,
your colors bloom, a permanent print
the hills await a hinted tint,
the grayscale world begins to show
a spectrum lurking, longing within
i see them now, i see them now-
your cardinal, amber, royal light
exposing all my endless nights.
ebb
he watched the sunset;
waves crashed against the unaware pier
clouds parted around the waning crescent
drowned sand reached for his pockets like a mugger.
he watched the sunrise;
the waves carried him out-
seagulls called to the morning fishermen
salt and litter crawled around his ears
waves crashed against the unaware pier
open balcony
day of our showcase
pants hemmed the night before
shirt pressed the night before
day of our showcase
up bright and early;
birds chirped a fresh melody-
a duet-
can’t deny their chemistry-
Juliet.
night of our showcase
must have gotten lost the morning of
changed your mind the morning of
night of our showcase
down, late and groggy;
the foggy night swings-
memory of a duet-
marionette’s heartstrings-
where have you gone, juliet.
open (h)ands
they try to divide us.
humiliate us-
they aim at our hearts
with fear, with force.
–
they need us to fire back
to justify their rifles
but our hands
stay open.
(o)bake
i don’t believe in ghost
but i see them.
scared if i say hi,
i won’t go back to the real world.
cracks in (O)lympus
inhale, exhale at first crack
swishing in the clouds, harmony of mouthwash.
brothers on my bolt.
hovering storm plays their encore.
father grasped thy by my throat &
heaved into the black of night.
sister rain wailed.
crashing deep into our uncles wide belly.
(A) note on the jar
you breathe too sweet
galloping toward you like a bear in a red tee.
oh honey honey-
the picnic is you
oh honey honey-
open the jar
(w)orry
you laid awake
listening through the creaked window.
serenated by bellows of our regular alley cat.
sirens grow more and more distant.
wearily focused on a blank screen
waiting.
(r)aw
first lover-
taught at the tips of her claws
bloodied- vanished into the hush of the night-
forgotten, bruised, Raw.
–
than you, a foreman, building our home- slowly
homely hands warmed my soul- yet
the scars bled too deep.
inevitably, leaving us, Raw.
–
now, chief surgeon’s table- my chest pried wide-
gaped wide enough to let her soul in.
she stitches through my veins; prowls on all fours
lovingly, passionately, deeply, Raw.
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