crack hands old oak
wrapped around my love
i hollow the heartwood
until she slips inside
she comes the winter
she comes the night
she comes the winternight
pinpricks my body torn
needles dance my arms
we sickle under midmoon
white kissed before we're born
she comes the winter
she comes the night
she comes winternight
barbed the wires crossed
and i... and i...
shut up the inside, waiting
for the winter door
to swing wide open
so i fly
night against white
and stop making sense
to all who might listen
barbed the wires crossed
lacking transmission
wind strumming over snow
to bring out the singing
humming across the moors
building up the drifts
to blanket the whole
wayfinding the fair
following the blood she
leaves for dolmen stones
to mark her where
for come november
when lovers lie claimed
entwined in her river flow
'til whispers call to wander
the burning fields won
under the forests below
unconfidante but for
ravens and crows
campfires and ghosts
gone blind due to reading
gone silent for song
conspiracy and murder
have taken all tongue
broken fingerbones
have stolen all tone
shh, now childe
sleep within sedges at
green gone wild
not fuzzy
not prickly
more prickly fuzz
or fuzzy prickles
in a world full
of shoeboxes to
put these things
within
those left over
cast sparse
in the backyards
of the dream
forgetting how to read
my books given to tinder
and letters gone to rust
a kiss the only verse
i know
i might refrain your eyes
on hours, if howevers allow
over endless ribbons
on sky's raven road
do your stars
cut at flesh
when caught
on the fall?
tangletown dreaming
arterial roots weaving
entwined, your eyes
chipped onyx flecked
and flint in the corners
windows wide and riding
the tall beasts fell
to that old beat howl
all mouths gaping at
how beautiful you are
No. How could you possibly
understand? You would need
the books and coin-covered
eyes to see. Crossing that river
that seems a stream and, if you
do, you could never look back.
you look skies, but
some say prayers
over a sea of sand
in cities of dust
come the ash driven
like the snow
while i say mine
hollow me wraithly
flitting through moon
crisp tasting & elder
untouching the floor
moving within within
moving within
but… unseen
for all the howl
cold hearth & ashen
still glide the home
given to memento
given to the gloam
into big empty &
sever the tethers
to slip obscure
in those eyes nocturne
i fell in love
with her picture
in the television
i fell in love with
her banshee wail
with eyes crossed kohl
she could not see
even if she tried
given to dominion
i surrendered to her gale
only to be forgotten
in the maelstrom flick
of a changed channel
old curmudgeon me
feeling aches i disowned
back when i was young
”never will i…”
”not me…”
and
here we are, with me
wondering when i will cane
and already needing more sleep
reading books and watching tv
of people in deeper shit than me
because it makes everything
seem better