Haven't you realized,

How it all began,

With a flash of thunder?

Rain pattering,

Pen scribbling,

Lips whispering,

Door creaking,

Storm raging,

And there was nothing more but a blunder.

Haven't you realised,

That back then,

Before she came,

Everything was fine?

Back then,

Before her presence,

Echoed in the empty hallways of your mind,

There was no such thing as 'time.'

Back then,

Before the ablazed walls,

Crumbled down,

You were mine.

-m.p.

The wind pushes the swing

The gravity

Of the old oak tree

Whose limbs are open wide

Inviting

One more game of pirate's treasure

One more climb on the mainmast

Up

To the crows nest

To have a look-a-bout

Hurry

As the old ship is fading fast

And soon

I must sail too

Because soon

Trees will just be trees

And our adventures

Silly memories

And my existence

Lighthearted stories

You'll share when you see

Open and inviting limbs

Gnarled bark, perfect footing

This isn't goodbye

We meet again

After so many layers of life

And stacks of responsibilities

Age has a funny way

Of turning back

A confusion of confusion

As they tuck you away

In a room with a view

Of a tree

And I'll be there for you

We'll be pirates again

You and me

In the cold, hard font of Times New Roman

intentions can sometimes lose their meaning

a quip may be confused with a barb

and honesty can sound like attack

thats where emojis come in handy

the only trouble is

I have yet to find one

that successfully communicates.......

'you're a dickhead, get a big dog up ya'

It is a mystery

I am the lunatic

My feet point in the direction

My heart refuses to follow

It is hidden

forbidden

Just beyond my reach

Or at very least

inarticulable

It is a hole

A wound sustained

From which I have no clear recollection

It could heal

Possibly

If I could quit prodding it

Quit squeezing the edges

Dipping my fingers in the pus

Like a milky spring

From where my words originate

From where my art takes shape

The nucleus of my pain

Real and conceived

The real reason I can never love

Truly

Or be loved

Wholly

A wound

I cannot let heal

A spring

I refuse to let dry

A pain

I cannot ignore

A hole

I will never fill

All for

Words

That forever return

it was destined to die

how could it not?

naked heart, left to

survive this cruel winter?

for the longest time

we lived by it's glow

we are frozen to thaw -

from summer’s kiss

and bask in remains

of warmth we once knew

Serious young insects

scuttle and click

tightly tuned springs

of a clockwork tick

tick, tick, tick.......

those clacketty legs

and train track backs

erect and refined

waxed and sublime

cut glass eyes

see from behind

inspecting

projecting

dissecting their finds

scouring for prey

masquerading as play

those clever

crisp mouths

spit paradoxical puns

to canned corn applause

as they wiggle their bums

oh here they come

bravo what cheer

impossible syntax

oozed like diarrhea

OCD ethics

and anal pursuits

they scatter their seeds

in an urge to pollute

OMG their antics are cool

as they bite off your head

and force out a stool

you fodder their smirks

with your awe full cow eyes

just step on those jerks

and cut them to size

(be cruel to be kind)

I edge

on tension

of tide

was that your voice in the shrill of night?

as I clawed this frame under bedded lies

choking of death and crying to life

hard breath from weakest moment

I break

as my shorings

bite land

was that you? or just me in shadow?

how would one know in black fog?

fingers crossed, eyes cursed

stricken numb by witches will

I run

fleeing cold

for cover

maybe I found us both in dark places

or just enough of us to put things right

knowing wanes in diminishing light

just the stumble to fumble to reach

I sleep

to be frozen

in dreams

I awake thawed to dream once more........