fixing.

banging dusty newspaper flora
creeping in corners blanketing cement
covering smothering all is bare
rest is gone and gone nowhere

breaking treasures trashing them
boxes and boxes in stacks and rows
holding memories that are still alive
the empty room, the broken hive.

give me a place for me to hide
leave me alone and get outside
let me rest I stay awake
slowly surely it will break.

"I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell"

out.

moving

it always matters to me that I'm going somewhere
somewhere that will bring me to you
somewhere to leave these people and these
things behind.
it always matters that I move faster
than a man running: the cars
do not matter
they are not real
but I will not meet
a gaze for more than a moment
not until I reach you now.
wind and the world.

"I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell"

out.

Prelude

There are things that live in the spaces between worlds
Creatures that follow between the planes
That dwell in the spaces of nothing
That feast on the echoes of memory
Beings who gnaw on meanings of existence
And they move, and we breathe, and they go unseen.

afterwards

I stumbled into the night Following your footprints in the soft sand as they were washed away by the tide and the sea while above false stars twinkled leaving reflections of diamonds in the waters and I sat down to rest and you came to me and told me to walk with you but my hand remained empty and the hole would not be filled and even as I struggled for a last embrace fell into the seafoam swept into the ocean carried out to sea treading water growing weary hearing you sing.

I've seen mountains and rivers
Valleys never touched
covered in felt softness.
So you walked slowly
the very air holding
you feeling alone in the mist.

"I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell"

out.

RUST, FEEL, BEGUN, HEAL, PAY, WROTE

wishes are wishes
as ashes to dust
and I have plenty
covered with

washed by tears
tempered by steel
piercing like nails
I must not

make no decisions
leave me with none
forget what you have
already

making we watch
telling me how to feel
loving me hurts
hurts never

silence is golden
golden is gray
blinding and then
that price I'll

leave me a message
leave me a note
say that you care
to you I

______

skies of grey-gold glowing gather
intertwined ellipses never touching
leaving open noise narrating you
entering entropied emerging drained
not far from here the storm rages
careful deconstruction-who cares
everyone thinks for themself in the end.

ocean

we are all drowning
sinking in an ocean of space
suffocating for the lack of love
next to each other
I am here
By your side
Always
Hold on,
Hold on.
Please hold on.

"I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell"

out.

Dancing

and pantomine:
shadows casting figures swept along
by tangled string dangling
from open wires.
smoke and mirrors:
fire in the scaffolding
walking each step falling
in love and hate
and out the other side:
and breathe.
(we are but acting to act, or the craft has become, or we have.)