a thirst and that way weariness rests just outside the eyes- another rainless day sun on green glass oh the height of it all a seagull seems to fly low here the trees seem out of place set pieces this room is mostly window and open space but some things you just can’t fake this song progresses through common chords characterize everything as a wait it sure doesn’t feel like arrival nobody’s fault but mine […]
At first the night, and then the reckoning, that special brand of dread, like a sleeping limb, still there, present, painfully so . something blooming just outside the yard not jasmine not lilac not honeysuckle not any flower I know or have managed yet to find– . if a lesson, like a scent, intangible, volatile [+A million apologies for being derelict in wordpress activity of late]
Another day breaks like a bone, dragging me along to my chagrin– another night is gone before it’s gone, at least that’s how it felt on a scale of one to ten, a ten. It doesn’t help, this hesitating sky. The air feels thin, too brittle to breathe in– this ossified blue, it does not move me to move from rest. These recalcitrant breaths do not support it.
OPTIONAL POETRY 