summer snow

barefoot in snow storm
scrubbing off the shoes
all power is out

I want to live somewhere with small old buildings
New York has plenty of small old buildings

an old teacher gets de ja vu
when I say I want to find a way
to live both places at once
--
you love your new lover
she's quiet and pious
brown haired, and not too much
i stand close to you
while you tell a stranger everything
on the phone
you don't acknowledge me.
I ask when you'll move to
you ask when I'll move to 

probably soon.

music in the basement

sounds i can make
despite the state of my body
despite what you think of me.

it's my set up she's stealing

night time in your home, which is more like a compound

i stay in a glass walled room
a few doors down
dark figures from your past come to haunt me
but i deflect.
i'd say you name out loud
but i don't want to be revealing.

i raise you a more deadly weapon
i am ashamed of those i bare
still ghost threats are not empty

nature is hungry//surviving the eruption

walking over lava lands / the ground heating from within / no one moves fast enough.

i try and help them to fly / pass hands through glass / breathe in the sea

still, what is too hot burns me
i am legs over head and no panties, oo wee

the only one left / they did it for aid / how clever to make me old / so her beauty can stay

fall

i am the weight that makes the porch fall in.

crossed names of the crazy mans list, so he couldn't read them.

Island rock arch

I pass through rock arch
The foot at which all die
and bodies pile, river tongues lapping
At skin, pulls at clothes

I pass through rock arch
And the river is full of petals fallen and
Flowers floating away