Feeling myself
wake up to Winter thaw.
I miss you. A wife, a baby
inside still screaming across the fabric
at mach 2.3.
To inconvenience. To inconvenience?
I do not know how to reach you.
Love has not faded.
If love were projects there would be
duct tape coating every city
on the face of the earth. Lowercase.
Picking up my phone
wasn't terrifying
before.
I've changed. Fuck that,
you've changed. Fuck that.
I've changed.
All I want is visitation rites
to grant visitation rights. I kid. I lost
you. I was warned. Minefields crossed
eleven inches at a time, hipdy shifty,
toes grasping terra and fumbling
and fumbling
and fumbling
pick up!
I will rip you a new one. Jealousy is a silver bullet.
Coursing and coursing and cooling. A tank fitting
trigger
leashed. Pinky toe in grass.
I will find you
and adjust.
Blacklisted, haw haw haw.
In time. I took a photograph
of the embers.
Kicking up and wandering.
What is that song? Two coins in a fountain
or something like that.
Rip the wheels from the motorway.
Grey diamonds and chorus. Leaf in the wind
or something like that.
Easy furnace. The depths of love and
slag.
As much as I miss you,
sitting beside my fire pit and eating fumes,
poking the chameleon circuit flame lights,
poking the char and infrared and near white
and amber and breathed flashfire rose and glow bits,
the brain that you showed me live
on the range.
Thunder through skull underside secret
to crack the lock's door.
I believe the idea and joy of you
doing the same.
The years will fly by.
The years will fly.
wake up to Winter thaw.
I miss you. A wife, a baby
inside still screaming across the fabric
at mach 2.3.
To inconvenience. To inconvenience?
I do not know how to reach you.
Love has not faded.
If love were projects there would be
duct tape coating every city
on the face of the earth. Lowercase.
Picking up my phone
wasn't terrifying
before.
I've changed. Fuck that,
you've changed. Fuck that.
I've changed.
All I want is visitation rites
to grant visitation rights. I kid. I lost
you. I was warned. Minefields crossed
eleven inches at a time, hipdy shifty,
toes grasping terra and fumbling
and fumbling
and fumbling
pick up!
I will rip you a new one. Jealousy is a silver bullet.
Coursing and coursing and cooling. A tank fitting
trigger
leashed. Pinky toe in grass.
I will find you
and adjust.
Blacklisted, haw haw haw.
In time. I took a photograph
of the embers.
Kicking up and wandering.
What is that song? Two coins in a fountain
or something like that.
Rip the wheels from the motorway.
Grey diamonds and chorus. Leaf in the wind
or something like that.
Easy furnace. The depths of love and
slag.
As much as I miss you,
sitting beside my fire pit and eating fumes,
poking the chameleon circuit flame lights,
poking the char and infrared and near white
and amber and breathed flashfire rose and glow bits,
the brain that you showed me live
on the range.
Thunder through skull underside secret
to crack the lock's door.
I believe the idea and joy of you
doing the same.
The years will fly by.
The years will fly.
