Rough manly lines and a stark striking blue
Jump out against the season's moody sky
Tracing your depths, my flesh colored anew
I'm jolted from sleep inside my mind's eye
...
A white fine toothed comb
Runs through my being
Neuron knots de-conditioning
Liberating, freeing
...
Not moving on or away,
Time passes- it elapses,
And I'm moving forward-
with no timeline,
...
Ears perked at every
meeting of tire to gravel
My neck extends out
Like a desperate dog
...
This change in gravitation,
From my centerpiece dying,
Has me spinning in rotation,
But I'm still hanging on trying.
...
A response to stress,
I'm a nervous mess,
And, I just don't know
what to do with my hands.
...
Four years elapsed,
Since the world collapsed,
And I still can't delete it,
Delete it from my head.
...
I'm still rooted, anchored down
Admittedly, sipping on past sorrow…
Yet, I sense a calling for realization
So, wherever the sun arcs… I follow
...
Wasting my time,
on the borderline, empty,
I reach for the next second.
...
Muffled echoes of your voice,
Fall shy of my ear's drum,
While your coldening flesh,
Remains just out of reach,
...