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Your red scarf swam through fall winds
anchored by your neck and framed by my eyes.
That part of you I said I'd kiss,
a proud word to swallow, practically void
but if only you could see you,
through the lens I do.

Look further;

I'm a brown leaf - a dying husk
that dances somehow in pulse,
circling and fluttering
with red fabrics coloring
pretty necks on cold days.

a Longing

actual autumn
air as sweet as anything
cold color in your cheeks
and the trees -
lonely anarchists
give it all up for the cause
we lie in some deciduous drift
exchange our secondhand gifts
an empty box and a bow you stole
an old sweater with patched up holes
a list of everything i ever wanted to know
then you lean into me, but all i have for you

is this longing -

that it were spring
that you had never given me anything
that i could take it back
but it doesn't - it doesn't work like that
and a harsh wind picks up and you arch your back
and crane your neck and listen to traffic pass
and when it leaves, i am what's left.
and i'm sorry for that.

Fall Poem

It's getting darker now, I may never leave
Sitting here,
above the clouds
Above the world, so it seems
Watching night turn to day
Endless trees stand below me
Perched strong and proud
Silent protectors

How did I find myself here?
Beyond the people and places of a life,
long since lived
Where has the time gone?
What has it left me?
Both Joy and sorrow
The line between seems so blurred now

The forest seems to be
the only one keeping track now
Changing faithfully, year after year
It reminds me that no matter what
Change is inevitable

So here I sit,
Preaching my last sermon
Maybe someday I'll find myself
Riding the same winds
that envelope me now.

Fatalist Mechanics

Are we done with this
Have we lost direction
Now do we leave unfinished
The greatest work of all

Seen through these eyes
Shaped by hands unknown
Refined by ages distant
Still so uncertain

Break the surface and reach within
Show no fear as you feel an awakening
Through deceptions designed to control
Shatter illusions before they pull you in

Lose yourself in the energy
See beyond what you were meant to see
Force the motion, control the process
See it through until you define this emptiness.

I do not comprehend
The meaning of your language
I don't feel part of this
I am drawn to the distance

What crown would be given
For a greater understanding
To form substance out of nothing
To ourselves we are everything

Evolve our primitive mechanics
Defeat our fatalist instincts
Evolve our primitive instincts
Defeat our fatalist mechanics

occulta tempore suo (hidden season)

incandescent luminary tombstone
stitched upon black and purple felted skyline
changing now to light brown and faded gray-greens
returning now to home and all those delicate home-things
quietly floating down I-35 in a coma or a day dream
A tailor tracing softly along an unwritten seam
fingers pitched and poised for irreverent exchange of breathing
bracing now for Winter and a subtle deconstruction of my being
incandescent luminary tombstone
how glad I am that it's you I've been seeing.
Anatomy Anatomy
Whale Blue Review

Park that car
Drop that phone
Sleep on the floor
Dream about me