Sad

Memory.

Memory elides into the eyes there

(let it die) in the sloth of dreams, it is

a protest against the ice shadow

of what the fuck were we thinking under

the frail permanence of memory, this

stir dislocated into cracked lilacs red

born as species, the earth moves the rock.

“Undefined” By Brand.

Phantoms drift midst deep dusk light
timeless and summer, but never settle.
Gray, shadowed and peaceful
faint impressions rust
like old sun faded paintings
on the brick of an antique building.

Skeletons.

illustrated in millenniums
where our scars fall,
while silence deranges
sanctity in the deep spines
and limbs of animals

Awake (Draft).

overripe in its practice,

abandon

abandon Disinherited

dark mind

walks alone

you have nowhere else to go

beyond dark shores,

there’s a fog that blooms;

you can’t go back

Eternal.

The bare of winter, flicking,
Which looks as it were dismissed
In a post-death once again, gathering in
The almond blossoms and basils

Early dark.

In our face like waves, receded with flickers
That are evasive in our bones with ferity
Void of discovering dreaming, these fluencies
In evocative tremors, prospering the pigweeds
In the fallen dusk arcs upon the belts of snow,
Appearing to crawl, swaddled within a darkroom
In the depths of your mind

Like forever meets the mist.

Flocked as ghosts, as words of humanity undressing in a torn darkening mist
And there is not a forever, we must surrender as the dazzle of the sky blurs in starlit
Blood fall days when the moon is stuccoed with white