yet again I find
myself facing the wall...
Having you in my life is making me miserable,
a word I often feel too privileged to throw...
dip your fingers in the blood-red skies like you...
with alta dye – tonight, i will study your hands...
I think you were the view.
You gave these heights...
Can't hear your voice, but
Vibrations ripple through me...
it’s not
quiet...
If fortune favours multi-rhythm words
By counting syllables amongst its boons...
on a cobbled street
the aroma of fresh bread...
the shadows chew through my appendages
and into bone, and i do not scream...
I thought the heat would
be suffocating today...
hold me in the palms of your hands
and shred me apart as if it were the first...
Within a darkness, beyond the sea
my friend and I, dog makes three...