in the crooked end
of a thunderous day
all these colors
marching cross the floor
in turncoat uniform
the way you meant to go
in dark straight lines
but the labyrinth picked you up
on tiny golden bird wings
dropped you down
into the well
of expectation
deliverance in perfect
pirouette form
spinning leaves and knitted landscape
into this holey shawl
of absolution
…
release the girl you buried in sand
the broken mug you carried in hand
release the sun you held like rain
the bitter voice that slipped your name
release the carry
the call
the fall
release the heartbreak
of us all
release the truth you thought you knew
release the lies that no one threw
release the center
raw and runny
release the words that can’t be funny
release the cry
the sigh
the tarry
release the rhyme
the time
the merry
release the weight that broke your bones
release the scars carved from stone
release the hate
the love
the fear
release the flaws
that brought you here
…
and today I’m at the edge
of waves and water
water and waves
rolling sound and
rumbling cloud
tumble stumble
roam-rambling
around and around
and around
bent clock chiming
a litany of blue
false mirror memories
written only in sand
waves and water
water and waves
wearing down bone-sharp corners and
twisted-knife wounds
bash-crashing
ripple dancing
up the coast of blind deception
drowning out the sound
of simple silence
concealed in the shade
of broken boulders
pounding
washing
polishing
clean
these broken-tainted
pickled ghosts
drinking rich
from thirst’s existence
…
and everything i gave you was lost
and everything you took from me was broken
and today it’s just me
and
this blanket and this cat
and this blue brutal happiness of nothing
and i have nowhere to go
nowhere to put these feelings
everywhere i try to set them down
starts a fire
it’s sunday and no one
can fix my sky.
