lights are on

the shadows of tall trees;
just give a sturdy base, will ya?

regardless

past all the pillars is where i looked
as dust came down
on rock walls,
on glass tables.
the fuzzy recollection
a poor depiction
a vague reflection.

all this time i've tried

under thoughts of grey
between noble winters
shrouded thoughts
the push and pull, anticipation
hold my breath

close my door again, since
i've gotten the lock installed

all ruminations are still on boil
since when did my skies turn blue(while my winter coat fades)
since when was it hard to wake
to such eager mornings

paperclips suspend the notion
cultivated porcelain abrasion
mask the kettle, off the flame
spend the cash for enduring
if the winter sun rises again
still on the edge of my seat

glass under arm

i have puddles flowing by the drip-full
whatever i wanted to share,
i wanted to share forever
may i say yea? may i say whatever i want?
if you were to tell me no
would my intuition kick my sense back
would these snow flakes cover my symbolism?
were these fields not so disparaging
were this disparity not so overwhelming
would i be able to hold myself back?

number two

just photos

out my window, and on the sill

.,.,

i defamed the sky,
for showing me a color of blue
that i much rather would not
have wanted to see.
i just wish i could sit in trees
those leaves, those leaves.

modesty

considerations of some intangible kind
i could lump all the dark spots
into this bottle. the green won't keep long
it's just the last stab i have
at some brand of ignorance... won't keep long
if i continue down the mountain, no matter the speed
the avalanche gains
if i stay, this branch won't keep long.

you always thought.
always the first mistake.
i crossed three states yesterday
and i'm not talking about fucking wyoming
or something like that.
this is it. it's serious.
i've brewed coffee before
but never had to strain like this
it's all my cloudy days accumulating
it's all my rainy nights articulating
it's everything i can do to not run
it's everything i can do to carry on
none of you have any idea how much this is

reverence

it was subtle, i thought
but i wasn't the one standing
on the green bridge
my legs, like typewriters,
feeling visions cast out
from those suspended stars
wrapped tight to steel railing
still shaking from the shock
of elevation
soon it was alleviation
from a plastic pump on a metal drum
and being told what to do
never has been so rewarding

poem

i sat back and watched the dust settle
like a drawn out sunset washing over the green fields
within a moment it was over
the sun nestled between two walls of mountain
which rested a thought
if it never rises again, i won't mind

how many people cried?

foreclosing
my midsummer night-stick plummets to the depths
fields are hazy with jubilance of youth
with mardi gras of yesteryears
tessellation of an overt variety.
of grains of stalk
grains of sand
attacking the thought we
thought we had conquered
mere effervescence amongst the veil of exuberance
building walls on lands of quick sand
exterminating those means to an end
perpetuating correspondence on deaf ears

tuesday still

i dreamed a field
meadows of green
and rolling clouds
trees that whispered silently
secrets that no one else knew
i carried a basket of the finest delicacies
port, brie and poetry
the set was locked, it was impeccable
i lilted a melody, immaculate
the sun set low, the sun set low
the meadow darkened, ashen, barren
upon my lips was the glass
revealing itself empty, desolate, dry

up

anything at all,
at all, at all
is far better than the box
of empty in the mail. sometimes
the rush delivery isn't the
option that works best

dernks gervin

cast off in the cigarette gaze
torn through like paraphernalia
i had previously sensed this bottle opening
in the background
when i dove in and came up for air far too soon

it'll be far more whiskey sundays,
far more regurgitated fridays
before i can mitigate my cloudy days
my under the weather
my secret pouches
and some new-fangled banana sundaes