seeking switches
to flip to the off
turn down the bed
tune out the head
let the phantoms
have their haunt
whisper the winds
my name as the same and
yours the forever unknown
and i don’t care
what you’re called
just haunt my halls
in your pale
Category: poetry
in your pale
Photo by Dana on Unsplash become of long
Photo by Kevin Hessey on Unsplash given fresh rain fallen
a sanctuary in grey
wash away the stain
desire burns fleeting
quench all heat away
embrace river flowing
puddle rings watercolor
mirrors of granite sky
i become of long man
i become of longtossing a rune — 27jun25
kissing over café bars
Photo by Doug Greenman on Unsplash kissing over café bars
you wipe lipstick from
my lips with your thumb
leaning over
hungry for more
you chide and say
just a taste because
patience is important
even in the dreamseek no
settle to stone and
quit with the roam
seek no, seek no more
to take axe to axel
to stop up the ramble
seek no, seek no more
follow low water
flow dark home
seek no, seek no morestormy passings wet
Photo by Kevin Hessey on Unsplash of crash the rainbows in
the undergrey at raining
with the undone angry
sitting thresholds linger
stormy passings wet
my granite sharp face
—in need of a shave might
the added phrase be—
yet, soon comes our clover
the clover carves thunder
in the laying down wememories and souvenirs
Photo by Dylan Whoriskey on Unsplash winnowed of wind
we shed our chaff
over long seas to carry
our selves to elsewhen
even midnights fade
when woven of windsong
where our souls
do dare go at wilds
take a souvenir if
that you must to recall
but, as such, memories
are nothing at allhalcyon days
Photo by Simon Wilkes on Unsplash those halcyon days
we slipped beneath
wrapped in wave
and calm, in the before of
those days we summered
tangled in locust drone
in high elms lagging
speaking softly in
summer fade with
our ghostselves in haze
waiting for to begin
