musings & scribbles

veins, indented, these
valleys, streams,
shadow-crevices
of the body,
fingers–
the knucks,
so use to
use,
but given depth,
the
warmth of nothing,
the cool breath of
stretch.

the ease of which
these eyes
fall to be but
twisted, sided,
lends itself
a serenity of
twicesight
as choice
be ‘lone decision,
left,
    but
                               right..

i hurry the poor
faucet
so my body may
drown a tad
quicker
than if
let go
at rate
so comforting.

what of eyes when
crossed, when
given choice
of sides
as if to say
both, neither,
                same.

and you walk, chris, as though
someone calls you– yet, you do not
run– in steady crawl, you follow to
be as leader with others stampeding by

the high, nasal sweet
caress of the yellow/white
honey nest

the leaves of lengthened
limbs shiver in the
temperate breeze
a’brushing by

the grey fairies
rush as
shower’d stars,
unaffected by this
looker, onward moving
between their field
above the asphalt,
glittering

as much as i turn to take the trodden path,
the curve keeps turning me further away
and i cannot say i mind in the slightest

the ripples, life:
signs the world is here
to stay

i can forget you
exist here,
but, still,
you cross thoughts
to see i’m alright.

as i walk from touch of
sun to shadow, i
fall eyes to reality
and all is darken’, still

straddling the
       shadows
      to know daybreak be__