Cold trickle Downpour on the ledge My fingers try to take grip Like an idea on the balance beams of your mind Spin it Flip it Any way you like But it comes down to survival A hope for the future and The promise of eternal summer
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Shelf Life
Don’t leave me here in this place Between the valley and the sea Conception of matter and idea– Wrap your fingers around a fresh bloom and grind it into paste A foul tasting lemonade, sold for a nickelAnd when I tell you to elixir of life is inside I see that your eyes have alreadyContinue reading “Shelf Life”
WD 52 “Good Friday Night”
A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. Good Friday Night I don’t sleep anymore There’s a shadow on the face of the clock and its Sliding backwards across the spiral of the glass We never rose But we were buried And how can anyone return to the womb? – – He bled SplinteredContinue reading “WD 52 “Good Friday Night””
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