catipillar

heaven knows how far gone the swing sways the school bus delayed in this ungodly hour how we cower and bowing to wood and stone on top of these pillar of bones how I longed to see your face one last time simply beyond this pixelated mess we've made did you have even an ounce…

A love

I love you to leave you to crush you to create you i find solidarity in our silence we sit back to back never seeing one another folding in to find a breath a depth of hope dig cicerns for whomever it may concern to catch fresh water and rose petals but a gun's in…

Turning

i've been gone so long it melts slowly this permafrost each beat returning squeeze worlds turn squeeze worlds churn make my bed scrub the dishes look up in the sky trace clouds touch the pavement know reality trust the empty space inbetween

Still Delicious

W hat is the essence of stillness? is it the longevity of longitude and latitude? or the brevity of bear stripped branches? or the sanctity of hollowed wood? the Roll Tide of the crowd more likely to be buried in blankets covering the corporeal with snow may it erect walls of solitude may Shalom meet…