The way the air was stained With sooty carbon And how warm your cheek Was pressed against mine As we talked, on a bench Reminescing at midnight The way the lamps danced As reflections in the lake And how every person passed Thought we were out on a date Something about How cold it wasContinue reading “Hoarbourne”
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Icicles
Ferric Frost
Sunrises Every which one I miss When it’s freezing On your roof And you’re sitting there Looking at the rising radiance In pink and orange and Finally yellow to white To make the atmosphere Glow its awesome cobalt Yet to bring warmth But it already brings light To dawn away the dusk And your gorgeousContinue reading “Ferric Frost”
Seasoning
We say night is so Sweet Yet where else do we Miss Being able to see Autumn and winter More? I will always trade in City lights For a single tree Colored with fire Better than the black Nighttime delivers I love more the Ash laid to gutters Dead leaves More wonderful Than these ClockworkContinue reading “Seasoning”
Q’s Cafe
Green tea fappuccino At a coffee shop in Parkland Light and shadow In the clouds Ready to claim The sky Leaves crunch Beneath feet On a sidewalk by A busy street Thick coats Cold bones
ON 1: Revelation
I wish to be under an Orange blanket on the couch I want you to be Leaning against me Getting comfortable In my arms While you’re cold and Pull me close to warm you Outside on a bench At midnight There’s a slight gust Of bloody nostalgia You wish for warmth I tolerate the coldContinue reading “ON 1: Revelation”
Cutis Anserina
Existential starlight As the night Bows in twilight Soot of a black air Is slowly swept away Through the Snoqualmie Pass Over Teneriffe’s teeth And North Bend valley peaks Embers of Sol Burn Ellensberg’s soul As the visible spectrum Scorches the grass Into Yakima Valley This twisting path And the sun rises Wiping the coldContinue reading “Cutis Anserina”
Blackgull Morning
Corrupted Blood Plague
Blue as the ice That grips your wrist Cold as the thunder That quakes your bones Smoke drop splashes In a pool of vapor Floating up the dust Of ancient white rust A bloody taste buds And debases the pond Once so purple pure Now the rust floods
A Point of Defiance
As an island rising Above the horizon In an ocean of Mist and fog Mountain’s base is Radiating with Higher peaks still Obscured Like a point defying And shying away Into the abyssal blue Into the choked sky At the edge of A valley An inland empire In a great canyon Hearing the void SunContinue reading “A Point of Defiance”
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