imaginary vines

imaginary vines

where were you when i pleaded for sanity? the witching hour, took a heavy toll on me. lost in a tunnel, with no hope of seeing, clearly, i sank back, and became aligned once again with the roots of the trees. majesty, lover, an omnipotent being standing before me-jailer, ridicule and dismay, tangled in imaginary [...]

the same song

the same song

we were out of tune; off-key, each caress felt wrong, more unlikely than stars without a blanket of dreams. dreading you, dreading us, i tore skin, for you, i gouged flesh, for us. nothing but a bag of bones, for what? in vain? or for us? cowardice mice, men dressed in false skins, we were [...]

the lock

the lock

you promised to meet me here, by the pier, alongside the dying trees, and across the dancing leaves that drift off the ledge, and plunge with a whistle and scream. elated, i waited: may he be tender, may he be sweet, may the young man come to me, and sweep me off my feet. daunted [...]

collapsing into myself

collapsing into myself

collapsing into myself, im beginning to enjoy time alone, with myself. is it healthy to savor the sounds of perfect, rippling silence? doesn’t the air taste more fresh, more sprung with life, when it’s a party of one? is the space i create between twisted trees, an alcove of missing and found things, more important [...]