your deft grip emblazoned my wrist and face
in a brand
, the hot smell of a burning.
My wanting did more to destroy me than you ever could
with dreams, and fantasies, litling phrases
It was the the day before yesterday I thought about
crying, and how it was like making liquid of a tree
where the growth of branches just
floods away, and then
I was reminded of pruning shears.
After a growth has been removed, another so easily comes back
(the tall sky reaching ones are called suckers)
bearing no seeming memory of the excision,
but the history is evident.
I was reminded of sand.
How it gets into your shoes and hair,
and the sound it makes with the shore.
Oh, and then there’s computers.
Hello interweb slingers,
I have a piece of news. Bradford and I have been collaborating together and we’ve released a demo for ya’ll’s listening pleasures. Check it out here.
Thats all for now.
Some simple infallicy
a weathered hand in memory’s reach
where the sting’s left it’s mark, callous strong keeps
Thermal Noise sings as we breathe.
A clear mind is a beautiful thing
Who in Sight Shows Peace
I can meet you when you can meet me
but when it’s only one half, the other fails to Be.
I won’t wedge
my thoughts into your thinking
except for when I’m worn away
and the truth is shining.
Each of these constellations may be consolations
because of the widsom we found only with each other
we have been able to go our separate ways,
creating stories that have never been.
Could it be, something so easy, as a life of simplicity?
And is it ever so easy as I imagine it to be?
I must be dreaming, to be thinking such a thing.
I’ve felt your toxicity sink into me
I would kiss your cheek, and you’d be smiling
It would stick with me, I can feel that kiss still with me
A plea from the soon-to-be deceased where words can’t do a thing.