Unrest –
Unrest for my hands, curves,
stroke the air,
Over and over they fold like waves,
Up to my neck, down to the page,
In pairs they shape the world.
The Knot –
I’m a knot, pulled, pulled,
Tighter, tighter,
Every day I’m sick,
Am I breathing?
Love Memories –
Love, I miss love, I miss fingers
I miss folds, and
Laughter is torture,
The shortest, sweetest, fading feeling.
Waste –
I’m not compelled to my own nature,
Love, martyrs made for saving, mending,
Love, moment’s search for feeling, kissing,
Scars, protect in showing, hiding,
Despair, daily name of memory.
Quiet Letter –
I want to rip it out of my skin,
Falsehoods, abominations,
Freedom has decided it’s in control and
Have I the strength, pushed to my knees,
Was it that I tried to stand?
Green mountain –
Green mountain,
Top, knee bent from under sheets almost
But soft from the grey sky,
Bursting pink, burning orange, freezing blue,
Melding, molding their undergrowth
The world, all that rises
Brain grows vines over stone cutting edge
What would it be without you?
Disturbed –
Walking to the car
Brushed, surprise, a thought or
A spiderweb catches, on my leg,
Feels as though it should slip past but
It doesn’t, walking,
Cold droplet strikes my shoulder or
Another moment, no longer watching the path
In front of me, blurred,
A falling leaf at my chest, change’s embrace, or
A dull pain.
Heat of an Incandescent –
Heated bones flex, live wire veins,
Blue light, black heat,
Slow completing painting of
A dark room, and two humans.
On the wall twenty colours,
On the heart, uptime,
Fingers plug circuit breakers,
Pain is a flash, iris depth, then
The venom withdraws, pressed to night comfort form that
Searches each tear in lamp-light.