The sky was aglow in orange
through the gaps between the trees
a fireball of knowledge
setting the skies to darkness
the slow blinking eye
of a wolf rising in the north
ready to watch over the night
as the owls called forth
Merry Christmas
day 23: I try not to think….
I try not to think about you
but you come into my memories view
and I don’t want to let go
but you’re already gone
I don’t want to think about it too much
I’m scared I won’t make it out alive
but sometimes thats preferable
than this pain inside.
day 22: Glad rag of flesh
I’m a tenant in this glad rag of flesh
running up a debt
do I owe it all to death?
that smiling skeleton
brought my breath
it catches in my throat every now and then
holding it in
then breathing it out when
I’m back in the room again
Day 21: Prism
My breath was a triangle
shaping me into a prism
a contortionist
contorting to comfort
within discomfort
the pain a backrest
in which to rest my head
a backdrop of tidal waves
to slowly tread
Day 20: Hung on
I hooked my umbrella to the words
and hung on
a heron waiting to unfurl
clinging to this song
waiting for the moment
to be okay with the world
rain and wind
blasting storms
life is a river, never static
to every word
I hung on
Day 19: Contortionist tree
Ever the contortionist
the tree twisted gnarly limbs
branching out in all directions
many a perch for the crows
and those wise black eyes
that surely know
the tree had weathered many storms
only the crow could tell
when the crown would fall
Sunday wordle: I will not linger (Or perhaps I will I can’t seem to help myself.)
I will not linger in the storms you pass
That’s a lie, I know I will
all the signs are there
or rather torn apart
that you’ve been through
and I’m sick of you
and myself
because you leave carnage in your wake
some subtle some not so
and I always chase after these feelings
and afterthoughts
anger tinged with sadness
but I prefer the anger
till I do something rash
then I regret how I left myself
drifting in your storm
you cast a spell on my mind
treading through your footprints
knowing you’re always one step ahead
always watching
I can’t afford sympathy for you anymore
Probably neither the anger
but in your storms, I drift
and in my mind you fritter away my thoughts
Day 18 Anti heroes
Odd socks
taped up glasses
a walking cliché
in cigarette legged jeans
another superhero
he will see by any means
Marvel at this specimen
just another cheap hero on silver screen
it’s all the damn same
all the damn same to me
another man saving the world
from men dressed up as other things
to hide the fact that
humans are the anti-heroes
this is a mass extinction
a holocaust of anything that doesn’t look like you or me
Day 17 Beast
The mist smeared the day
in a haze
the leaves licked at me
morning dew
slipped like silk
onto my skin
The sun just rising beyond
and delirious
with my pursuit
I thought I felt the earth
breathe underneath my feet
I could hear it’s stomach churning
the worms ready to feast
The world itself a beast
and I just a mere mite crawling
matted in it’s fur
and reliant upon it’s skin
not something to be messed with.
Day 16: Pause
The music plays
an admission that life continues
I want to take the notes out of the song
and hold them still
never letting go
forever on pause
to reflect the undertow of silence
now you’re gone
