words
loose-limbed...
The smell of humid air and the flickering
sign awakened the fire within you...
It's this time of the day
that my spirited soul...
This rock crushes my dying breast
weighs heavier than you could know...
Since when have leaves from that tree care
if winds move them with a whisper...
october crackles its’ warmth during
the nights. the streetlights illuminate...
Salted, sticky
plucked...
I said the life is not for everyone!
And in time it wouldn't be for me...
I often think of myself as a machine.
My miles of veins, tendons and sticky bits...
You gave me a vision
the ability to paint in words...
It's been six years, one month
and fourteen days since the last...
It starts as a low rumble off in the distance!
The sound of heavens horses approaching...