trying for two

Let’s say bright.

Moon over mountains

And snow-covered slopes

Below-freezing beauty

And finger-crossed hope

This food for the soul, poisoned long ago

The same long ago that reminds me of you.

Let’s say frozen.

You gave snow a reason to stay

Fields of lashes to catch,

shoulder tassel to brush,

cloudy curl to comfort.

You gave me reason to freeze

Pushing patience to wait,

Sipping silent buzz,
Buzzing bottles emptied.

You gave words a reason to write

5 winters

I liked the distance
I liked the sin
It covered our mouths
and clutched at our kiss

I needed the miles
I needed the lines
To dilute my memories
and sift through my mind

I turned ruin to road
and straight rain to snow
Sea-blowing salt
to high valley hope

I thinned out the air
and drilled canyons to stare
at impossible slopes
to forget what was most
of a life just spent trying to finish.

I needed the distance
I needed the miles
I needed to freeze out the cold.

age and grey

i haven't quite let go
of words i said before
i wonder if you know
anything at all

things haven't quite moved on
although i'd wish them gone
if ever i would
have the chance

i keep my head sky-high
to try and see some light
to try to catch some air
there's nothing left down here
in the middle of this haze
i can't keep up the pace
and i fall behind
i fall behind

as soon as things get kind of grey
i'm gonna leave this place
and fall behind
again.

metaphor

Don't let my words fall to the side, they'll fill up the ditch in which I've tripped and fallen inside and I'm still waiting to
come down.
There are too many metaphors, and I'm managing the store of information flow, flowing through me and no, I have not forgotten you, you're the focus of each syllable and stress and simile like this.

linguistics.

This metaphor
our language bore
to keep us
neat and clean.

Experience
a dirty mess
has no place
inside our heads.

surface

If I’m standing on sand
You’re the shift at my feet
Picking each grain
and releasing the heat

If I’m standing on rock
You’re the cracks underneath
Scratching off fingers
and shattering teeth

When I’m walking on water
You’re the skeptical cloud
Storming the waves
and flooding the ground

When I’m gasping for breath
You’re the wide open mouth
Poised to swallow the sea
full of sweet salty doubt

It’s too calm beneath
the
surface.