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Forecast of Candy Showers

it makes as much sense as any lines i write
& probably comes from
the same lost place
where wasps & ghosts & champions battle
a neverending story of games & wars

but the truth is
i don’t know
anything except
i want your time & your eyes in mine
i want you on my team
without drafting you into my wars

i don’t want it to be complicated
but complicated is all i know
oh well
here we go again

White Knight

there’s a furnace in my head
it’s melting
melting down the silver
raging like a fever

put an ice cream cone in my hand
tell me
tell me
tell me to freeze
stretch out & wait for the fall

puddling around my feet
melting silver sparkles
an explosion in an old factory
in the darkest part of the city

stretch out & wait for the crush

Burning Brilliant Bridges

a better moonbeam
a better springtime
original & faded with time
i photographed it
then i forgot it
lost in time

far away & for soon forgotten
laugh it all & laugh again

a better moonbeam
a better riptide
drown it all & fade it down
i memorized it
then i forgot it
a better moonbeam baby
next time

i won’t forget

Waiting for Pairing

brace for the space in your chest
that you feel when there’s nothing to feel
no snow blowing in the cold wind
she whispers so low
in your burned ears alone

never never so cold
never never could tell
bones old enough to break
though ever so cold

wasted space in the cave of your chest
water dripping like a lake you
never never could tell

Self-Diagnostic 6

It’s been five months since my last self-assessment post, but as I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how I’m doing and where I am, I thought I’d go ahead and write a post. Get it all out of my head. Goodness knows I have a lot in my head. Not all of it needs to be shared, but here’s this. (Continued)