You, And The World
There's a sunset
I still remember
Particles in that humid air
Scented of soil and rich promises
Just beyond reach
Mingling and dancing on our hair
and flesh
A tinge of vodka
A splash
Of some fruit that now escapes me
Her eyes were bold
Strong
Her face, now a bit fogged
Perhaps the time and vodka
To behold! or to be held
Or the sunset
That I still remember
I’ve awakened to you
To all of you
Each piece of each part
Is poison in and of itself
Consciousness is demanding
In its pieces
More than we can bare
The ouroboros doesn’t suffer
But heals with its knowledge
I’ll give my rations of sun and water
To the seeds
Feed upon my own flesh
For the sake potential
Even the hemlock and the poppy
and the oleander
Sometime In July
I shouted your name
In a fireworks display
I could hear my own heart beat
Dragging my leg
More useless weight
But no one cared to see
You were looking up
For rockets and love
I could tell that you were free
It’s days like this
Oh in these times
That no one cares to be
If we found love
If we called it a life
I’m not sure what’s still clear
I can’t do another night
Dinning under Roman candle light
With a centerpiece
Of freshly cut tears
Rolling
Droning
The shuffling of bare feet on worn wood
Has a distinct sound
A layer of sand between
Highlights
Window panes outlined by the setting sun
Has a distinct quality
A westward seaside bungalow
Sentiment
The thickness of salt mixed with sea and air
Has a distinct way
Remembering everything I’ve lost
What the waves wash up is never as valuable as what they drag in