Tracing the roots back to
homes where we don't live anymore;
nothing remains.
Barely ground beneath our feet,
we're melting wax to feel the heat.
You expose your neck, suddenly
you're fifty feet tall and
the world resets again.
Feelings rush, escape;
I'm bleeding.
new layers of skin forming
old habits
dying hard as
speech becomes noise and
silence becomes sloppy,
slurring ambitions
blinking to forget
this chaos.
uttering words mustered from
the bottom of lungs
but finding no meaning
in the compounding syllables.
this chaos
spread to my bones.
this chaos
knows no bounds
but the haste of each day wasted
searching for the light
in another,
waiting on the dust to settle.
[orig 5-Dec-18]
Fixated
or captivated,
the result remains the same.
I'm simply stuck in your blue eyes,
woefully inebriated.
Strong hands and
those eyes.
Don't let go.
Smiles all around and
you nonchalantly follow.
My heart is skipping like a child.
What if I never see you again?
We were the greatest story ever told
until we started telling ourselves
other stories.
A little worse for wear, a little bitter.
I'll close my eyes to the world outside
if you tell me one real thing:
am I better off alone?
Maybe it's been time
to give up and go
for longer than I care to know.
The timing never felt so right,
down to the seconds,
compounding silence and memories.
Stranger trails.
Paths once forged together
met by overgrowth,
died in time
unsurprised.
I used to think I'd die by your side.
Fools always rush to gold,
but I didn't mind
playing the fool in your eyes.
I'd watch the sun rise
over dying tides
every night, a thousand times
to learn what I know now.
Praying to red rocks,
turning them gold.
Life echoes all around, but
the wind still smells the same
at this elevation.
Scatter me along your favourite trail
on just another day,
carry on all the same.
It's all rough terrain
ten steps from the end of the world,
where I've made my home.
Please don't say you didn't know,
read the signs:
you gotta catch and release baby,
catch and release.
I was never yours to hold,
darkness comes and darkness goes.
You gotta catch and release, baby.
Please release me.
I took the trip without you,
stumbled all alone.
Freaky how it all works out,
tell 'em Caroline.
All in the name of
the Crooner (round two),
you wanna fuck this time up too?
Wondering aloud
who I was to you,
my scaredy bones are left chattering.
Our dusty remains blowing away,
swept up by the wind
of another brand name city,
not my own.
I'll stumble on alone.
Revolving ghosts
separating mind from flesh:
a welcomed ritual.
Now dance!,
consume my thoughts
just a little more.
Leave no room for doubt.
Ignite my misery,
call it a wash.
Our insatiable lovelust,
never enough.
Every iteration
is still just you.
Antithetical reactions boast
disappointing egoic revivals.
