Turning a corner to a wide open road, where winter skies don’t match the green trees and a prettier feeling. Did that happen? Did it really happen? A legitimate fear of waking up from this potential life. Alone on a crowded boulevard, the souls synchronize.
Half asleepor half awake,I’m struggling to tell. Yawns occurat rates unknown,contagious like a spell. Drawings shapeon your front page,it’s admiring to watch. Waiting forthe day that comeswe just sit down to talk.
Empty fields left open to run through match the parallelled skies. At the end, a body to splash to. Dive in and capsize. And jump to land on top of the motioning cloud. Fall with the rain and spread thin across the ground.
We need help in the most dire of places as the most familiar faces disappear in plain sight. Take me to where the fog reigns supreme and the forest silhouettes are endless. To a place where breaths are admired with the likes of love and peace, found deep beneath the well I wish to fall into.
Sights and sounds take you around to a wondrous encampment of spinning lights and fireflies. Ticket stubs and ringing bells. Balls to throw at jugs of milk often end in empty-handed promises or thinking there’s still hope. “Next time,” you believe. But one day you’ll find a way out of the house of mirrors and be … Read more
No matter which way you phrase it: I stumbled. With only one foot in to begin with. White car, black stocking. A million of those and only one of you. A city scan finds no results. A return to the scene. My heart jumps up and down. Unparalleled. Hopeful.
For every million drops, there is one catch. And we clutch it tight, just like the first time. The leaves fall intermittently as the wind brushes by. And we are reminded of the greater nature. I’ve come here to tell you of this place I found, hidden behind the bookcase door, but you don’t read … Read more
Wandering nights and walls for balance beams. Spinning tops and flash light dreams. Wasted moves for improvidence. The impasse awaits. A questioned materiality is often forgiven by falling leaves. Reds and yellows. Orange and green Grass blanketed by the prettiest month you ever did see. Vows of desires hindered by a self-indulgent exploit. All that … Read more
Small words. Strange window. Lovely laughs. Headlights. Smile, it’s pretty today. Hello, goodnight. Twirling fingers. Pretty eyes. Promising. Devour. Rushed. Unrealized. Suitcases unpacked. Danger. Lustrous. Need time. Strength in an unusual form. Against rushed certainty. But thoughts follow the film score playlist. Don’t beg for more. Not now. Not ready. Just wondrous.
An elevator of sorts lifts and drops the spirits on a soggy day. The up and down motion repeated throughout the minutes is tiring. But I can almost see the lights ahead, colorful and streaming from trees. And an escape back into wonderland is reachable. But an unpacked journey is seemingly dangerous.