carried on a
breeze’s
trace-
is hollow ache i can’t
quite place,
though known well
by its acrid
taste
i breathe it into
cracks on
face.
spiritual evolution
we met in the
quiet..
but heard all
we needed
to know it was
right
from the instant
we felt
it,
now life’s grown
so noisy
it gets harder to
seek out..
our moment of
silence–
though we still
find it.
captain turns pale
and sick-
when each
option
sinks a
ship
yet, he must
decide..
and quick.
ten fingers
entwined
we scaled
a hill..
to see what may
be watching
from other side
of the green
but caught our reflection
in flooded
ravine.
good luck won’t
find me..
under a
rock–
sucking on
candy,
can’t blame the
sugar,
baby.
dark twister
in your
eyes-
peels stars from
the sky..
and scatters them
at my feet,
where i gather
each piece.
i stumble
over–
most anything
she says..
to lighten
greys,
her southern
drawl-
my parasol on
downpour
days.
dreamt we
spoke-
the windows
shook,
clenching
sheets-
i gritted
teeth,
then dreamt we
couldn’t
speak–
just mouthed random
sounds
in
disbelief.
the tone is
dour,
a taste grown
sour
on tongue of
beast
in need of
shower,
curtains drawn-
grim features
sketched
on wall to
see..
what’s better
left,
from tower, man
emerges
clean and fresh,
with gentler
urges.
stone by stone,
shoved up
a hill..
to roll back
down,
was built
alone–
this crumbling
home..
on fringes of now
thriving
town-
were bricks
set up..
to fall back
down.
hands in the garden 
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