from fallen trees

grows new incandescence
the earth and soil
in a binding contract
to rebuild and replenish
to take back what's theirs
the smell of cedar
and rain
the fire is out
but the heart beats on

she smells of sweet wine
and summer song
giving a reason
to carry on

surreal

to even comprehend
what things could go like
if they went accordingly
sufficient occupation
redeaming qualities
i don't even have fingerprints
to distinguish
myself from them

how can i paint myself
how can i capture the sky
i can't rely

I don't feel

like i'm good at anything lately.

running through flowers

up the hill to consolidate
why you're taking too long
to hesitate
i storm out and upward
to the telephone wires
up high for safety now
you yell to me to 'please come down'
but why would i?
why should i?
when you'll only draw blood
so when my wire breaks
i scamper across the gravel & stone
to a scattered cluster of forget me nots
and i begin to tie knots
into every stem
and when more of you come
i'll jump into the water
to swim away
to the bottomless parts
because you can't go
quite as far.

a thought just occured to me

& how i wish
that i could etch
your perfect design
within my self
permanently.

stagnant nights

when i'm lying awake
and i picture your face
it's some kind of stagnant night
where the air moves through the sheets
at a pace similar to then
so i simply reside
in the dim summer light
and am content knowing
that i can see more with my eyes closed
then i ever could when i was with you.

some kind of design

printed on my fingertips
tell you which way I've been
and what days I've seen
Alouette