Tag: melancholia

coil lies barren

shuffling off & cutting ties
gone to drift on pale winds
clutching at fragments only
to toss useless scraps away

4 u c —
i realize this coil lies barren &
there is only death & dream
this debt is beyond counting
and all that is left is
to serve out my time

i slip
an ophelia amongst the reeds
waiting for a mercy kiss
to set me free

18 Oct 25

first kiss

[response]

stone raven black
her slow hand turns
on the moon
in lace and silhouette
waiting on dusk
to kiss me
a bridge closer home,
ever to her side

[call]

Laughing into the fire
Is it always like this?
Flesh and blood and the first kiss
The first colors, the first kiss

~ Siamese Twins

01 Oct 25

redemption

a path in the middle of a dark forest — *Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash*

i wonder if a part if me
is lost there on the path
seeking blaze left behind
either to or away from

recalling both nervous
and tremble hands
she wore over coffee
at the allnight café
cigarettes smoke
staining the dim lights
as stained as either's
reputations unsaved

i wonder if this dying
had any point at all
save for another branch
lost on a meandering path
leading towards
redemption or none

13 Sep 25

daggers

all daggers deserved,
crimson drifts to drain

11 Sep 25

let us slumber

come with me and
let us slumber and
dream without
nightmare or pain
let our winter
bury us under
for long dark nights
our bones entangled
skin drawn tight
let us slumber in
that everlasting kiss
and evermore

08 Sep 25

slumberinthat

chilldaycrawl
intobedcavegrey
turnofftheworld
sleepysadweary
slumberinthatplace
wherethereis
notevenme

05 Sep 25

before the jading

a close up shot of jade rings — *Photo by Nam Lê on Pexels.com*

back before the jading
i wore trust on my sleeve
heart portable,
to give away free
but that was
back before the jading

might i carve to whale
with the piling up
of so much green
had i the skill,
i might carve to whale

but time has drifted
and i, a drifter from dream
suspicious of dealers in jade
unlike those days
without whales
back before the jading

03 Sep 25

slumber
```
chill breeze flowing
through open windows
and everyone sleeping
in this sleeping house

my own mind slumbers
too
and i wonder if it
will ever wake
```
There are more times of late when I feel more simulacrum than person. This is one of those times, where I am quite content in not moving forward if only this moment could linger. Stop the simulation, let me sleepy-slumber with late summer (or early autumn, I suppose) on the morn, windows open, bare legs cold, the faint bird chirps without rhythm or meaning, the highway drone from a few miles away. Coffee mug in hand, ignoring the turmoil in the news. Watching cats watch whatever and not feeling too much pain in the joints until I move.
I could be that simulacrum, my brain says — for a while longer. Record and set to repeat. I’m tired of most everything else. Add a section when I lay atop my bedding and sleepwalk in half-remembered dreams, maybe program a section where I catch chill and nest underneath too. What about a companion? While a nice thought, I’m not sure such scenes allow for companionship. The slumbering simulacrum seems a solitary affair, doesn’t it? Or maybe… but no. We’ll leave that for the dreaming this simulacrum might have.
If it were possible to have this half-dream state of existing, I might even stop writing. It would be my gift to the world.
Hush now. I feel another dream.
24 Aug 25
Wot up?
Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
I’m going to be posting less often over the summer. I think so, anyway.
Why?
I have a couple of irons in the fire, among other reasons:
(more…)
14 Jun 25

underneath

the peopling ages raw
meat hook hanging
— don't pretend to kiss me,
this savage morning hurts

let me dance the razor's edge
the deaf talk my broken digits
the blind point my way home

underneath, i weary stone

13 Jun 25