Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

kept

down Hogarth’s winding vale
to past the dark, and further in
the crossroads upon us carried hackensack
roads borne of guilt
your hefty burden
to a silent place where qualms meet quench
and all words
tripped over lax of a floorboard
tripped off tonguelicks
somehow make sense
and your breath
your scream
kept
a hand, only apparent
from the corner to which
these thoughts must now lie.

and one day all will pass, swiftly by.  like the times we sink confusedly into sleep and surface seconds later in the shallows.  breathe, and release.  repeat, risk, rise cresting chest sharply and…
it is still possible to detect the sense, your distilled essence, in cells merged with cottons.  and breathing deeply in, replaying over and […]

might

screeching.
sun scries through the windows and people step in.
tourists in their own city
ask if this way marks the way to the centre.
this route, ne’er trodden,
we do not know.
feeeet clatter slower today
and with
less stressed steps.
we have
come to revel in the week’s end,
celebrating its coming with whoops, cheers
and dizzying biers
and mourning its passing
late of a sore sunday […]

semper tristis

this cold will always prevail through and through
back twisted and rootwise, soiling the hours held
precariously, our earthbound slips and starts
buried in the deep hush below
if this is your disquiet
if here is where the start ends and the end begins
then bleed until drip-dry
a sonorific slip of torqued tongue
no matter the distance, the shadows keep chase.