The house of Tubby / Etc

 

My brain can't process this so it came out as writing / Contact / White Moths

been a long time since I've wrote,

when the cherry trees dropped their blooms,

and we'd scooped up the dew with the angels,

the find the moment of sighs,

and realized

the bridge we'd never crossed.

To wait for morning,

or the morning you expect,

An errand for an old man looking across frozen waters,

Late October days that held breathless jade skies against the horizon.

Rain and diminishing storms asking for dissolution, 

is this the way we let ourselves evaporate 

to a kind stranger?

Under a shared pain you were discovered,

or. a. shared. island.

sanity in the pain and madness,

your presence in raw sadness

and anger,

red tears,

fear, fire. regret for the ire I never set in stone.

I look at the cold ground and lick the char in the underground.

my blackened dreams are full of flight.

Escape, haunted houses, rotted confused staircases burst into ten-thousand black butterflies

A place to lick blood and set alight the whining bookended whistles of the day.

one chance, to more walk alone in the lands to pave stones and walk home

to say goodbye and hello 

to hate and love the power

to let go.

One Day (It's being scheduled)

 

Fool's illusions Tempt The Bright Light That Rolls Together

Fool's illusions Tempt The Bright Light That Rolls Together 

Life is so sweet, 

and sometimes bitter.

And occasionally the light leaks through the frozen mouth of winter. 

To where our thoughts can't be contained, lassie.

They’re strained through the fjords in their rocky gutters; 

To run down via the pathway of tawny temptress’ spells.

Fly free into yon breeds for each heaven, may ye may go,

To every fruit of the fountain and flowers, where we’ll flow together.

Fool's illusions tempt the bright light that rolls together Uncomfortable and alone.  

September To October

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