It began with the electric touch,
snaps, lightning-gap synapses
scratches and squeals
The wavelengths thundered outwards,
slamming and shattering
like so many
wind-blown bolts.
We were poppy seed oil,
grass in your hair, autumn leaves.
We were sun-baked raspberries,
We were a storm in summer
a supernova
of grasps, clenching
organic, electric
signals through our teeth.
Why did the first frozen fissure appear?
Dampened signals, cold disconnect
Snow fell, sudden and fast,
deadening the sound,
waves swallowed whole.
The bear in me caught the last
bolt of static
Trapped it and kept it
in copper wire fur,
charged for long hi
Jet dreams
sticky midnight oil
of palms and mercy
particles slick
Whisper
stroke thick trunks
of night; hot, rolled
in ink, in drips
lavender juice
and steel
Once
the dust
sucked inward blooming glass
jagged-flowers glittering
smoke
we were blown across the room
and back through the window
Two breaths
and vacuum. Silence. You lie
on the concrete you lie as if-
your hair glints
storefront sift
and glistening, rock glistening
glass
No
Three minutes since
they say
already
idontknowhattodo
theyknowwhattodo
whoknowswhattodo
they're wrong! it's not
once I start
You lie you lay
(You're still here)
Four days later
it's rain
but the kind you love(d)(still)
people here pressingcloseImsosorryHowareyou
your secreted enshrouded unse
Drops
shot from my fingers
outstretched
Like rays of the mud sun
baked and cherished
on your back wall
Slate, Close and
knowing
peers out from
under its bangs
worridly
watches the
over-cast sky
with the expectation
that layers will bring
in the deep.
Air tugs at a Creosote
playfully cold
Winter-damp sings
and shoots drops
Shrill
sound to my
upturned palm
To yr face, in th rising dark by Warmdarksky, literature
Literature
To yr face, in th rising dark
Ashen wet eyes Shine
with the puddled smile-slice moon
Crickets sing the Earth
Can you hear Distance?
Listen close, the Rolling Sky
Stars echoing back
Grapefruit blossom breeze
Lift your face, behold the Night
You are worth it all
To yr face, in th rising dark by Warmdarksky, literature
Literature
To yr face, in th rising dark
Ashen wet eyes Shine
with the puddled smile-slice moon
Crickets sing the Earth
Can you hear Distance?
Listen close, the Rolling Sky
Stars echoing back
Grapefruit blossom breeze
Lift your face, behold the Night
You are worth it all
I'm just a humble paper scratcher. :3
Maybe sometime this decade I will be able to afford art school.
!!NEWS FLASH!! - I now have a scanner. No more whining from me about not having a scanner. Now if my art looks funny, it's just cause I suck. :]