tears
sadness
the passing of time like rain drying
on fog-less morning streets
crisp, cold
cutting as razors
though silk
in slo-mo
daft
mind teetering
as waves lap
my last inkling lapses
and the twinkle
fizzles out
the street is here
it says nothing
the sparkle and shine
are jackhammered away
and it is quiet again
until the next ruin
runs aground
struggling against frost
citrusy bitterness to cloud the
dreams I pulled the shroud over
without counting the cost.
_______
He learned the
lashing of legends
like the last lingering
rays of manhood bursting
through an unbuttoned shirt.
_______
the last 15 seconds
are nothing but rain
the last final seconds before the crash
when I move the needle back again
to the first groove
my last love
the first few seconds of crackle
before it starts
all over again
a kind,balmy storm in the soaring nights
pain shield in place of armor for the four-hundred thousanth time
when the voices came
you knew my name
flashing over
time repeats with a fury of mosses
delicate caresses
and daffodils
Wilde, Quentin, Tin Tin
falling in love again
lest you need reminders
its you.
---
Icebergs crash into deserts
eyes close amongst power drills,
confectioner's sugar
and interesting drugs
a lifetime of ideas fades into azure.
bad people surround us
inhumane ideals hound us
let the sky call us names
they designed the
microsecond
we have no reason to fight them
ashamed of the name and of the nameless rain
we cannot be blamed.
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