we are as the shadow is:
a reflection/sign/symbol of something
different
with word wound tight to thought/
lip
time is but a calendar,
a marking of what is, for
without such limits, how quickened would the
mind be?
i deserve all which forefollows me.
You’ve taken my thoughts,
Leaving this emptiness
to void, a shadow’d ink
But spilled and left for dry.
finnecky wind breaks past unshuttered window,
waving loudly ‘gainst thoughts of you in want
of some response inward/tongue-led toward silence,
love’s closest ally in defense of isolation–
what word rises, rests in swoop-drawn perch
upon mind’s budding spicket stuck/imobile within
body’s pearl-mounted barrier or cavern-positioned
catcher of the breeze in motion numb’d beneath shiver-leaves.
that feeling– the
warmth/numb of skin under self–
how
nerve folds,
burning/
casting in for fear of char–
that breath/
stagnant,
waiting
for tide of motion to sooth/to part its
wake–
that silence,
boiling steady in simmer’d spot
so distant as to be unreachable yet
scarring to touch–
what
lies upon this wind in making fragrance/heat
a palpable taste of something/
of lightened air
in rub of ‘neath?
bend ‘fore breaking,
break ‘fore bending,
leave
or speak
‘fore both.
You’ve taken my thoughts,
amongst which you have my heart.
Eyes:strange. Grin:grimaced.
Curve:’volving toward your eyes/your grin/your motion, quieted in lax of gravity/
your ‘deas, deeper-sought in memory’s time–
unraveled, you
drape to floor/to feet/to
thigh/to chest/to
grin/to
eyes.
i sit here,
motion’d but moving-not,
alone
but accompany’d.
who follows
guide-
lines hoping for a path
to per-
fection– longing!
a knowledge
not of Quiet’s retreat,
but of
water-walking.
on a road some 5 miles out from greenville,
you scoot on by with my head in tow
and i can’t help but smile
knowing you’re going the other way/
somewhere far from me,
somewhere you oughtta be but
damn if you don’t keep me wanting to
go farther from here.
i got those callouses on the palms/the type you said you’d never mind/well, now’s the time and you’re behind on ya promise/where’s the world you were ‘spose to give?/where’s the life you SAID you’d live?/where’s the fortune?/who’s the fool?/which way to the ocean?/i’m tired of buying fuel/where is the love i felt when you first smiled?/is this place a hole?/am i climbing or still slippin’/trippin’/fallin’ ’til these feet stop stallin’/refuse to leave ‘cuz those wounds hurt to heal/are those words still ‘live on wind where these ears can’t listen or is the current ever-after already?
