The shining of minds
eye of our storms
This is where we meet

******
me

I have sat around your fire
all winter
and I was there the day spring
hung fragile in the air
Now summer plays shadows
across our meadow
while the sky gives up her rain

time will heal nothing.
time will only teach you how to hide things properly -

if you died tomorrow,
in a car crash
in a train accident
from food poisoning
from the snakes I sent last night, under my breath, nightmares fading in and out
you ancestors would smile, they really would, believe me -
and the world would be a lovely place to live in

and he felt loss and misery and hatred and disgust all at once,
he ran all his life searching for it again

there's something terrifying and lovely
in finding a song that speaks to you

the knowledge of someone's existence, as a whole -
the almost distressing awareness of someone in the corner of your eye.
a magnet, a helluva strong one,
drawing you in

to notice every detail and find all the steps
all the quirks
used to reel people in;
standing at the edge of a void - admiring it -
but not getting ****** in

a place
that genuinely admires all of you and
hides your existence
for a little while
from the clock ticking and ticking and *ticking

perhaps an angel called today
and I was too busy
enthralled in the moments

I wonder what an angel
would want
calling here anyway

perhaps to comfort
or warn
or simply hang out

a fragile glass of ruby red
vampire
in all its glory
I drink down deep and
reminisce that blood
could not be this dark
except from deep vein thrombosis

This is a feeble answer
each prisoner prisons us all
I cannot be who anyone else
wants me to be
so write your poetry

Happiness is oh! so simple
finding the wine bottle
- one glass short of empty

consternation is
your lost wine glass
and! it must be here somewhere