Hear

You never croak, but you roar like a frog.
You bark an extended note, though you never howl.

You write her love songs, drunk on ale.
Buzzed on tea, I ink the sound down.

‘S’alright. My pen’s as neutered
as I always said it was.

And my love’s as strong as you strike
those chords

over, and over, and over again. Sway side to side.

I see the curves that your hips don’t make, Man.Read More »

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Kindred Spirit

Aware. Silent communication. Glance.

Always see
where the pupils don’t gaze.

Meet. Match. Convey.
Look away. Smile.

Connect. Click. Chemistry.
Know.

Recognize.

the remnant condemned

I want to curl up in the middle of wreckage
and fall
fast
asleep.

I don’t know why.

 

a decimated
a desolate
a ruin of a town

the ashes of a house

 

I want the wind to blow the dust
and my hair all over me.

 

I want to curl up in the middle of wreckage
and fall
fast,
fast asleep.

And I do not know why.