Mountains of snow, with colder snow underneath.
We all have phones in our pockets.
I set a timer to the last time we talked.
Left it all in the snow.
A river is where we used to hang out.
Is now just a river with fish, and not us.
The fish wonder where we went.
They head south.
The tire swing was taken over by wasps.
Whispering wasps which are disagreeable.
Stinging, and buzzing.
We had an argument here, before that tree was overwhelmed with those wasps.
Mountains of old texts.
We have newer and newer phones over the years.
Delete them, or don’t.
The mountain will grow.
Colder snow and river canoes.
Friendships which left scattered clues.
An argument which was like a wasp in a tree.
We took different paths, which were almost free…
Until I reached the toll booth.
And he asked for five dollars and the truth.
Give money to make the old road disappear.
Delete that last text with a tear.
Categories:
dissolves, angst, friend,
Form: Free verse
I am guilty of pretending to have friends.
We were connected by a shared education that eventually ends.
And when that reality dissolves…
When I failed out of school, the end never resolved.
And I told people that I might be back.
After I left, it became clear what I lack.
I used to be able to have a future to explain.
But now I have no defense, that two years was all in vain.
Categories:
dissolves, depression,
Form: Rhyme
Gritty shore pops foamy words
Sends fantasy back to sea
Drifting flotsam overboard
Swept casually
Categories:
dissolves, extended metaphor, philosophy, truth,
Form: Dodoitsu
Art dissolves
when art looks to objects
a tedium is experienced
despite displays rendering
temporary pleasures..
the displays portray
exterior as exterior
polishing the world
but retaining separation
as we wear again
dark cultural blinders..
let us become artists
and carry with us
our tools of expression
and yet more: the lens
of Awareness as we
permit that Awareness
to absorb the tools
and the expression...
Categories:
dissolves, art, beauty, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
bleeding purple scents of storms ignite imagined nations of magi
dressed as scholars wearing blank faces feeding the furnace cash
scrawled in ink infused with tones of blood inaudibly whistling
dirges of delirious breath invoking the name of struggles flexing
dense cords of flesh swelling screams hiding in a temple’s glow
blasting the essence of western fantasies bellowing conceptions
inside dead vehicles sunsets drizzle hints of pain releasing life
throughout leveled highways perched owls project earth’s key
Categories:
dissolves, dark, deep, imagination, surreal,
Form: Free verse
My weary soul returns to mourn in Appalachia,
A place were Sam built well my burial chamber.
Now, drunken slumber translates my long held grief,
And no boundless peace gives me relief.
Sorrow begets tears.
Can life name now one man
To grieve when love dissolves?
Oh, but when time comes for you like a thief,
Take heed you don’t spit in the wind,
Or else an Ireland kin may forget their kindness.
Fools tool barstool drools in parodies of old-school:
A glass full of lost love
And Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain,
Diminished to zero, this nothingness burns.
Accomplish the end: stop now, finish and be done!
The moon rises in sorrow crossing the night,
Not happy her eyes must behold my tragedy.
Always running on empty; only a reflection of light,
The shadows of Luna woo me, as a mournful dove-
Shaping and re-shaping.
Categories:
dissolves, lost love, love,
Form: Free verse
There comes a bloodless slaughter
There comes a day turned into night
As they toil with their dreams, their fodder
As they face an immortal might
Watercolors awash with orange, yellow and red bleeding
Seeping and dropping little rainbow jewels
On dewey fields coveted by man, fertile for seeding
Under the rising sun's heat, searing and brutal
Mystical ideas threaded into a life of woven seams, splitting and ragged
Vision and sound colliding, though silent and soothing like in winter the snow falls
The skies meld the ancient stars, and drowning seas, and there moves the glaciers
Lands become barren and flooded, borders great thick rock solid towering walls
Built by tired human hands
By those who once worked in bands
Now separate and crawling
Under a god who has fallen
Categories:
dissolves, fear, imagination,
Form: Prose Poetry