rip burn
fuck fight
first bloody star I see tonight
brown box
short lived
crucial lesson
stoopid div
bristle
clench
fume and fizz
grind
wind
mind mind
round wound
simmer down
kasha for breakfast for Coco Clown

I cannot speak
of anything more
transforming than
the day I danced
through time
and so made nonsense
of all my distance.

I sit alone
where I did so many,
many weeks ago
and play this game
of waiting till
the morning comes,
of when the grey
landscape I've long
since made my lair
is washed with fire
and comes alive, and
walks into the distant
fogs of memory.

They're cutting down great grandfather Sycamore
in front of Mark's house on W. 26th Street,
his roots upending Ohio City's sidewalk

if only others could speak
but trees don't shed
tears as they do leaves

in another
world, Merry and Pippin ride weathered shoulders
of Treebeard

they have no secrets to tell
and men of middle earth
do not weep

~~~~~

Silent memories,
Moments - seasons untold.
Burned thoughts and diaries,
Torment - reasons unfold.
Unspoken remembrance,
An essence-
Forgotten in span of time.
Invincible resistance,
Of all those reasons-
That were once left behind.
How come they never remind,
Of the path we sought-
And a bird that was caught,
Deep of azure we could never find.
Fumes of burned morrow,
Scarring us in our yesterday-
Made us blind.
Of all those wounds-
Some that will never heal,