[lever pulled]
deep from dream
caught in a life outside
breaking days
in missing pieces
constant flight
in a near endless loop
treading all the ground
that can be taken
boundaries secured
for an easy breath
in the sinking depths
of nowhere.
*
[a loner]
choice isn’t always an option
sometimes there’s just nothing else to do
so you stare at the wall
listen to sad songs
write a few poems
try not to think about her
or the one before
or the next one
if there will ever be a next one
start to wonder
why it is how it is
picking the scab down to the bone
then you decide
maybe it’s just easier this way
just your own ache
your own drama
your own rules
then you remember
that’s exactly why
it is how it is
isn’t it?
*
[long into the night]
hard enough to fall
with light and timing
shot to shit
now closed doors
and imminent doom
to contend with
sickness and division
are nothing new
but this strange new current
has a certain finality to it
that might just bring
my heart to its knees
for good.
*
[wider than awake]
such expanse to take in
from all angles
at all times
once you accept this
it gets bearable
not easier
not harder
not better
but different
you find that you
get a bit stronger
a bit wiser
and a bit more at peace
with things being
just as they are.
*
[dust of wishes]
breaking our backs
upon the bones of love
such the weight
of this darkness
holding my heart
tight to her breast
beneath the dying stars
of a billion years
writhing in caress
we shed our skin and
become our dreams.
***
“To become spring,
means accepting the risk of winter.
To become presence,
means accepting the risk of absence.”
- Antoine de Saint-Exupery