flashing water light
flame within the dark ceiling
it's always midnight
waterfall of wine
sidewalk footfalls alleyway
echoing my name
the word cigarette
summertime and letting go
hungry before the bell
looking up the ground
just let me follow you down
deeper to the sound
houses upon houses
laid out dead logs after
the fire has burned out
away the river
always seems to run away
try to turn around
sand paper beat heart
drum within the ear
ring clear as a bell
wind puppet green grass
shivering shades together
remembering loss
my fecal matters
interest no one but myself
and the mirror man
stop the thought trigger
let the stream flow all around
eyes open when dry
raindrop never forms
never hits the forest floor
its always falling
birth, a dream, a myth
a mountain shadow reaching
death, late afternoon
body holds the scream
long after the sound fades away
the ears keep ringing
To tipping the hat
ReplyDeletewater spilling at the brim
(as so I/thou leaf)