Hidden Partner II- Resolute

To see you in shards of glass. Tears are fragments of the moment. Unable to reach out to you. My touch falls faintly into the chasm. Without presence and with meaning lost. From one world to the next. A distance of insurmountable longing. From reaching the summit at the bottom of the mountain. Alights in my golden view. Of the steps that light the floor. The black straps of your night shirt. In the scent that you leave behind.

The ghosts that stare back at me. Photographs from so long ago. Faces lit with the longing anticipation. Of embarking upon a journey. Not the distractions of keeping the course. With casualties inflicted upon warm hearts. We look around to measure what is left. And what we can take with us. I measure the magnitude of longing with distance. Your softness lives there with me still. And projects in the lifted weight of your eyes. Shifting across the spectrum.

Hidden Partner

voices carry into the canyon and echo. a lonely landscape that's more like a mirror. i'll communicate my words with you like i write this blog. words put out there maybe someday they'll be found. analyzed, cared for, responded to. the vacant pain just turns to numbness. resolved to move forward in a covert manner. i have a medium to document sensations. but no nerves to actually feel them.

Your Key Holds The SHit!

please take me out of this. hey you hold onto your dreams. like currency that must be spent before it goes to shit. we'll take any offer that our lender will accept. total destruction is so much more interesting. than wringing hands over the desecration. rationalize it now and then and bury yourself. it all comes home to roost one day. with seething anger at the circle. sorry but it works that way for everyone.

Constant Rewrite

hanging on to pieces of you like shards of glass. my nails dig into the grit and dirt. shifting away from strange faces. stumbling out of a strange place. we all wait to see our injuries. that moment of impact your mind freezes. a flicker or a spark of courage. to look down and see the gruesome detail. blood flows like memories both bright and dark. as vivid as the day you watched yourself. being led over over the brow. or being fed the pill.

desecration

total desecration. it's what it is right now. night after night in spades. a desperation broadcast. we all know it and we see it. those who read between the lines. don't need it spelled out.

not to paint with broad strokes. watching from afar. ripening for the bleeding. exist within the sphere. rotations tune inward. projection betrays motive. it's more than who you are.

old friends

i didn't get your call. i missed your musings altogether. now we just drop out of sight. rather than risk crossing paths. i'm still waiting for a note. a move up the chain. yanking the screen down. an exposure of disarray. you make me feel so dull. incomplete like a puzzle makes no sense. just drop right off the page. until something real comes around. circling back around once more. only false consolation. eras die off like ancestors. the ghosts crown my mind.

drastic holds

i take drastic holds. holding onto weird ideas and inanimate objects. not really getting at anything. just saying that if you want to catch me. i probably will not have strayed too far away. people i've known are like satellites revolving around.and some have lost their reception.