It’s not about the shot It’s about the journey Every riverbank trail Every cold clearing That fades Into forest Fog lying low Brisk noontime throe Looking into the sky Being stared back at By abyssal Overcast Why has this Come to pass? Looking back At the Mountain pass Did these rocks and trees Grow hereContinue reading “Panic”
Every day You reach out to me To touch And unlash the straps That keep my cuirass Fastened to my chest You feel the lines On my helmet From scrapes and scraps Alike And still you’re there To take my blood iron Bullets and unchamber them Slowly My weapons You take and toss aside HandsContinue reading “Armor Gone”
What use is any of it to me? A beanie and a hoodie hanging in my closet. The only means, it seems, they serve to stick around is to rust and collect dust to lose their sheen and good meanings while I watch them decay.
They Dwell Sweet and sharply fir Alpine Evergreen A forest in a needle Pulp and timber Sappy bark lumber Aromatic Incense-y Branches climbing upwards Towards sunlight Snowloading New growth As embers light Like flakey flint Smoked in pipes Outside of tipis Around bonfires Under midnight Communing with the Muse Of nightmares And dreams And faintContinue reading “They Dwell”
Throattorchers A box A breath A quiet murmur A panicked yell When we forget these Words are also said In heaven and hell Nothing seems to be As what it is until You speak the words Any words to change The scene Next act in the play Another chapter in a book Words all changeContinue reading “Throattorchers”
Spoilsport How obnoxious, Crashing a fine party. No one invited you! Go away! All you are is a pest, Ruining all the fun For us lavish and Welcome houseguests.
Quiet Time In a moment, ears are ringing. The initial swell of twitchy Combatants, charging out, crashed Onto a coastline of gore. As droplets of viscera splatter and Fragments of bone shatter across armor All is silent, bending swords other-wards And charges of black powder towards The boon of old gods. The old guard, Hungry,Continue reading “Quiet Time”
Marrow Marrow clots With new tendrils In scar tissue Condemn the old blood Constrict the old blood Converge on old blood This raiment has seen Brought to a sheen Greaves well machined Some scenery Glowing gauntlets Pressured points Skin shedding Carapace peeling Away and shredding Exposed and vulnerable Relentlessly venerable Mercilessly comfortable Unfurled and unarmoredContinue reading “Marrow”
Bladed Pens Sitting by the river Two hands in the dirt On the bank’s slope Watching trees in the breeze Out of so many Late nights Ink points were Mistaken for spears Gold in the water glitters Snow-melting sunspots glisten Day rises to grace rock formations And the great mountain’s faces Bladed pens on staffsContinue reading “Bladed Pens”
Spirit Recordings I often dream of the past. And I often dream of the moon, the stars, and you. You’re everywhere I look, and everything I do, create, imagine, involves you. I can’t remember life without you, for you’ve always been there. Even if I didn’t realize at first, you were. So, love, If everContinue reading “Spirit Recordings”