the noisy birds
how they echoed
time past
+ the rivers of
floodings +
dreamings that
we stepped
through
the planes overhead
the jet fuel
falling
the sky caved in
+ when the time
has passed
it's skeleton through
all the bones
remain
in neat piles
in bundles
waiting for
remembrance
waiting for the
reverence
of me + you
we bite often
at nagging
injuries
we bit the bloodied
wounds
remember the cats
at dawn
lifting shadows on
empty leaves
our bed the warmest
chamber
that clock ticked
incessantly
all our numbers
witnessed
come on
the birds
are crying
their songs
in blue shields
+ slow
caresses
feel the feathers
dall from
ancient
trees
all the white
stars have
come to
say
goodbye
again
turning blind
eyes to the
massacre +
bleeding
+ time has twist
it's neck again
forever
fumbling
with the words
we laid to rest
that just keep
coming
let us bleed
crooked
angels +
all of that
all the secrets
left long ago
the paddle steamer
through our hearts
gently beats
reflection
the cats
meowing in grey skies
in turbulent skies
in mounting rain
we found ourselves
falling shapeless
that seething wet
rain was spotless
the ripe mountains
oblivious
all our hearts
in danger
we would shear the time off
evenly, the slow animals obeying
their distant cousins
all their warm hearts
beating fast
we sat there amongst the green fields
+ dropped like bombs into crystal
waters
all the spiky grass + hot rocks
all the pigeon wings on sticks of smoke
all the yellow lemons
when the day headed out the leaves
would fall around us
as we counted hours
the sky still blue
the choruses beginning
+ she made warm bellies
we promised them
something other than
flan cake
those certain few
brave enough to
fake it
I saw tears in
her eyes
on the sides
sliding
down
out of view
but her hands like
mountains
never climbed
the past
is our
future
I am told to move on
like it's something that can
be done
move away from what?
all that surrounds you?
towards what?
all that surrounds you?
we have to learn to
live together
there's no
tomorrow like
today
this suitcase of things
one small piece in my
house
full of things
and smells
and bloodied marks
and stains
I don't have the
heart to open it
sometimes
it's not clean like
I remember
everything is chiseled
or chipped or
greyed
I remember
clean things
+ bright things
+ chambers +
musings
+ lots of good food
bright on tables
clean
but this is closer
to the truth
+ that saddens me
so much harder to
forget broken
things
flaws + fallacies
+ upturned corners
all those beautiful
mysteries
rich in yolk
from broken
eggs
they sat
with me
hands
untied
holding my
moments
for me
remember
those
massive
blue
trees
they reached
for
ages
above +
down
above their own
tired
branches
+ god
only knows
how
low.
let me walk the line I know
it follows the earth
it traces footsteps left before me
of those I haven't met
do not believe
for moment
we have found
the
path
we have only
found the
ending
there are moments
just moments
when the time that tipped
the ocean came in
quiet waves
+ carcasses of
water.
I have to remember
her voice for I have
nothing left but the breeze
between us
all the soiled shoes
lined up in numbers
missing feet
she told me
lots of ordeals
are brought
on golden
clouds
yellow ones
big + fluffy
on open roads
with butterflies
+ harpishchords
+ butterscotch
+ whistling tunes
+ blackberry bushes
all the normal
things
we try to forget.
give me the silence
of solitude
round + hidden
a nebula
a receptacle a
quietness of
numbers
lift my wings
see their sinew
burning
straining
my heart in cages
embalmed encased
+ missing you
time is measured
in sadness
sometimes
low + foreboding
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