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15.12.15

strange electric insects
guide me home
line the path with their
sacred circling of trees
their private gods

I have circled the ocean
to pay my respects,
long overdue
anointed my head with holy salt
as the ocean circles me
I have followed the long arc
back home
to the better air

and now the dirt path back
to the house, more solid
and real than anything
a year in the city has shown me,
my feet here have certainty
and rhythm, as my breath,
as the ocean,
as the circling of the stars
and the seasons
as above, so below

in sweat and breath, I’m almost home
guided by the buzzing beetles
rhythmic in their singing
to their private gods.

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no answers

my mind opens up.
direct focus on the smallest details
opens a wider universe

just soaking it all in.
at this stage,
like a blind child seeing
like a new colour discovered

there are a great many questions.
I let them turn over inside me.
considering the idea that

there are no answers.
just movement,
just forward momentum
& exploration
just play.

9.12.15

4.12.15

I love you so much.  it’s eating away at me quietly tonight,
a slow ebb of dissolution
how warm and calm it is here and i
want more than anything to sit on the porch
with you and talk
or be silent.

words

do you feel
how the words have died
become empty & dry

but words are all we have
we try to touch
reaching out over the distance

but the space
is too great
and the words are dying

dusty
desperate
words

i love you

1.12.15

Your lips destroy me.
How many cliches can I use?
They haunt and cloy to every moment
and my hands carry the imprint
of the sides of your face.
You follow me
everywhere, to every thought.
Your love pulls me back every time
my body and my mind,
away from you I carry on
but something is gone.
Life is more real when you are near.
You are the realest thing
I ever kissed,
and your love destroys
my every fear.

5.1.15

I am alone.
The air presses down heavy on my back.
Different bed,
I’m more used to this than my own now.
Home feels strange
but nothing feels home like my head on your chest.

We are all alone
but I am incapable
of setting aside my
constant “connection”.

I am so within myself
and without, looking in
I can never see through your eyes
and I never looked.

we are fundamentally connected
but functionally alone.

I am alone.

inky little heart

If I could live two lifetimes
one of them would be forever yours,
I would be covered in tattoos
and lay with you always as we do now
reflecting art upon each other

and you could kiss me in the perfect way you do
every day for always
if I could live two lives
split myself asunder
I would give one of me to you

If I could live two lifetimes,
one of them would see me covered
always in your perfect words,
within your heart that meets me
as I have never before been met

all the perfect things between us
could float unchanged as we age
and I know they will, and yet
there are other parts of me now
changing faster, every day

if I could be two people,
your girl would never leave your side
I could bask forever in your beautiful smile
ask your skin to please, never
stop touching mine

no one before
has seen me as you do,
given me confidence in permanence
the courage to ink my skin
and desire a forever
if my future was sealed,
as I almost thought it was
I could put aside my uneasy heart
and rest comfortable
in the arms of your promise

if I could belong to you
as well as to myself
but I cannot
and I do not

…and yet I do

each further step I take
leads a stinging river of dark
along the paths your love left
deeper into my chest

and my inky little heart
is, for you, forever marked.


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