Installing Arms in the Snow

what do you think?

Those Old Sunflowers Again

February 14th, 3AM?

he folded his fingers into mine, wrapping his thumb around my palm.
there was nothing electric about it, entirely void of time and thought.
All I wanted to ask was who his first love was
but i felt too safe and soft when he tucked our hands into his warm coat pocket.
It was snowy and dark. The lake was feet away and our shadows could have been cut from one of my obsesive day dreams.
his softer eyes and lighter hair kept me away from you.
his lips tasted like the insides of your arms.
i looked down and gathered the clear information;
he played the saxophone and was studying math and science.
he was the oldest in his family and took care of his borther and sister.
I didn't feel needed, I felt wanted.
And I am wondering which I prefer. And I know the anwser.

trying to figure it out

there is a lot of truth in that

in the moon and the stars

but what about the overpasses of baltimore

and the small tiles of carpeting that make up our living room floor

in the conflict 

and the hardships 

i guess you just have to react 

you just have to be

 

on that crooked broken couch 

in the dimly lit light

whether its here or in milwaukee

it is

and there’s something

someone else that is

feeling the same

the struggle

the urge to make sense 

out of what

is not 

really

tangible

but what you can see

is

the moment

and the moon overhead

and that contrasting urge 

to fight

whatever it is

that is obstructing

Flying

its a continuous space in which you are infinite

you are unsure of the horizon 

looking down always or is it looking out

the patchwork quilt underneath 

rises and falls

as depth changes so does clarity

it becomes about space and color

angled linear roads leading in and out of complexes

vast space and suddenly then not.

infinite and then suddenly not.

and then you touch down.

and you are grounded.

the horizon no longer holds its mystery 

when flat in front of your face. 

Strange and Dead Creature

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