#43

centre of anvil hammer never touches heart score upon the skin

#62

caring not a breath heart of the city dies entire as we set to dine

river continued

is my heart just this river is my pain just a recollection can I follow this river to a loving source atop some lonely peak in the landscape of my soul

strange intercourse

fingers tickle the inside of my rib cage like a feather between toes they reach around, searching finding only lungs, throat, bone, muscle there it is the grin widens as fingers tighten the now frightened and tiny organ soon the limb retracts from my system the cold hand rips my heart out of my chest

ampliflier

listen for it now it comes the sound of another voice’s mind found inside my own head realize it’s not from the heart because it is not yours waves disrupted by another centre washing the shore of my self eroding my sands to feelings my mind is changed again see my presence as a frequency

oh, the game

this is the time when I fail this is the game I always lose the partnership of the dance my absence renders moot and for my aloofness my heart’s reward is grief

make me forget

back behind the eyes let loose lost reality sinful delusion makes me stay this love makes me turn away my soothing fate’s wish here my fading patience quarter past my heart at midnight sharing what was due seeing past you – looking through still my shadow sticks to you oh hold me, hold me my

wishing for the one

find me someone with the light of an angel in her eye an undying love for life and an unspoken love for death let that someone laugh with the trees, grass and rivers and let her bare feet dance in happiness forever find me someone with a wisdom surpassing time a great expanse of feeling

echoes

your name is the chorus that my heart’s choir sings and echoes in the chamber rattling these blue-seeing orbs

my imagined life

she tells me she wants to be a baker I taste her cakes – she does not lie her dream is to open a shop delighting sweet-seekers of the city I imagine waking up to the smell of baking reading over pages in the sun room she walks in with a tray of fresh goods