For what will have happened Reciprocation bends her thinly plumaged swan neck and Every pore starts to pulse with the anticipation of well earned sweat;Loving kindness, manifested through honest Hazel eyes;One piece of ethereal folded soul, slowly and surely reaching out to the Completion of itself, where glances and tones cross and criss-cross, thenAlabaster and earth … Continue reading Re: her
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Waiting For it to Pass
I don't know I'm just holding on to something a marble perhaps, pressed sweaty into the tendons of my palm and it's displacing heat, it's cooler than I would have thought, or maybe my palm is simply heated with upset words seem to bombard me from all sides and I wish that I had a … Continue reading Waiting For it to Pass
Theory About Time (Revisited)
years ago I had a theory about time, that it was much like a standing glass of water, no ice, sitting on a quiet oak table ringed with the wear of the world, and for each human a seperate glass, a seperate table, unique in their own tear and make. The theory persisted that time … Continue reading Theory About Time (Revisited)
Shoes
It's sad to me that objects that we are so willing to keep in our lives are seldom about the objects themselves at all. take for instance this pair of orange shoes high tops black stripes a white leather circle with a deep-set inlay of a black star something I proudly wore day in day … Continue reading Shoes
Dust and Glass
"You get this look, you know, you're too old, kid." Always the two of us sitting; this time commercialized coffee shops hug the seats of our pants; he'd say 'britches' with a couple more shots working slowly from gut to brain. Fingers his cigarette nails cracked up the sides, little white dots on them, read … Continue reading Dust and Glass
