Pine.
There’s a beauty to soft woods with knots that untangleeasily by chisel, easier by sawbut press a finger deep and you may even dent the surfacelike talc, parading as a
Peat Ice.
Ice water fills my eyesaqua-tints the worldand when the summer burnsI find the cooldeep within my breathing chest blood passes, crystallizesit slows and sluggishmight stop entirelyit won’t even keep onkeepin
Oracle.
I come to you, humble and willing,brave stepping over the bones of my brethrenI wouldn’t come here if I wasn’t desperate,but I am too small, I cannot lift this. One
Oklahoma Revival (1933).
Been five years since I saidfor better or for worse,and two years since the fields have bornanything but dirt.How can love stay greenwhen the fields won’t do the same?We were
Oh Damn.
Hey Sweetness:Oh damn I think you’re up again,that flutter pulse notes consciousness,I guess I’ll just have to goodnight kiss again…oh DAMN.Hey Sweetness:Tilt your head up again for this,you know it’s
Ode to a Heat Vent.
Our bathroom had a heat ventA dusty vision of heavenNo clothes no needsjust an envelope of heatAnd a steady firm belief thatNothing ever changesI’m never going to leave this placeWhere
No Place is Home.
The days are getting cold –Ther’ll be coats this Halloween.All the children are disappointed,all their sequins will go unseen. And the pirates and the goblinswill steal you far away from
No Blue Left.
There is no blue left in your eyesThe space between us shrank like your irisesWhen I was once miraculousHeld so high, I was afraidAll the sharp things …And I lost
Negative Space.
It’s in the lack of toneIt’s hard to find the ones you’ve missedIt’s in the lack of colourIt’s hard to find the ones you’ve missedIt’s in the resignationIt’s hard to
Natural 20.
My woman she likes to tug on my beardShe says it helps keep a handle on meAnd I can see thatAs long as she’s gentleI am a delicate thing I