sand-time

up here, my childhood feels like a foreign country

when all the sudden

there's a half snatch bracket
a light semantic tingling
you remember that right? you were there
it didn't happen that way
not the way you made it
but I thought -didn't it?
so no it seems that week in a
drafting mist, you disabused yourself
I just felt like your secretary
but when you - I -
a first lavender crumple pot
gained no traction
Oh god, this was -
I made this -
Oh, oh

Fusillade

you say, it looks as though
the seem regrows, we see indifferent lights
a herb/plant stretched from greater heights
a proper whiskey tumbler
too smart to mentioned mouthwash
we'll not know what to believe in
but I needed proof so say
what Paris teased out of us
and shut back in a long step ride
a euro-gondola given once
I know a train stations' gallery,
the warmth of snow and you,
and I begged to be revealed

Grammarian

'Haha,' he seemed to say, 'Now things get better...'

I know I've filled this space with...
hate, anger, nothing left, nothing gained
nothing different, nothing the same
but while my heart still stops and starts,
we'll play these games we're taught to play and sit
conducted, ready for all the throes harmonica
beats, deep unseated
and say, only for this year, only
and you, you my love, are out there.
Dear dear, I'm sorry for all this - for not letting you be
gone
but here, we are, take care.
x