pages
from pages from pages from pages from untitled
break a stick to heal
crime means itself
&
ashen grey
love stroked nothing
(surrounding were growing old
(quickened
(numb)
Salty drops stream for a little
time
spend oceans of white
blue
black
effortlessly leaving stains
from un-focusing sockets
tattered clothing of despair
can
see like everything is all right
children crashes against the rocks
Empty gravel the happiness desperately
“pain & heartache”
Escaping fears of growing
Reality as if it were a monster
with two dark eyes
that empty themselves so effortlessly
paint-drippings hardened
subjecting
him to life—
just a shell—
shrubs bleeding squirrels
where the acorn falls
in fear of rejection
&
holding
SOMETHING HAS DROPPED
eyes chime one last breath
limp lurking inevitably
fire loses flare to talk to
even a bottomless well
is not a most pleasing sight
blue is as dark as
sadness is not
like a window
soul
move & accept that it did
big & bright
mere
symbols:
raindrops onto the sheet
flirt like a window playing tricks
former clue sprouted hands
grew roots
(hear the water)
tingle quest
hold single night
(smell the salt)
journey
crashes against the rocks
building castles in the sand
it is kicked
surround through the shutters
all the happiness
Galaxy accepts a final farewell, chirping
(Probably doesn’t even
protect tomorrow)
mysteries,
splatter of drop,
surges from stained big factor
to fall in love
again
Could
dry up outlets
Nudging
Isolation
accept that it will mend (in time)
subjecting scars to alienation
Escaping poking child-like banter
the sword that etched a soul behind
say a final tear day by day
desperately
someone fall
(He probably doesn’t even work)
overtime is savored
forbidden
homesick treasured
careful part
had to end at the beach
Fear cannot
good-bye
nothing
But a grain of sand
Phone left
Among the
multitudes:
“Good-bye, my impatient eyes.”
Waiting for the tiny paper crowns
careful of different-sized human race
you’re homesick beautifully
together with many years
Are things of the past
sticks & stones
Stopping him
from trying
Maturity
&
dignity
not too long savored,
treasured outside
The
work
Personal time is
this prison of your mind
Where you could stay out late
And drain out all its powers
be strong
to fall out of line
be forbidden
too long
Tide to rise the
waves
Filled with hope
a bright
tomorrow of
iron & sorrow
never to come up
& drown
The future holds
a journey far away
(find the bus)
a bond of this strength
(join the galaxy)
feigned tumble from disastrous ends
For all to share
Though break ever turns to lead