Sing

At night, when dreams sing behind your eyes. Is that the answer I was looking for? Sneaking around these waves, curled up to beat the shore. Shuffled and shut against the light, still caught up and kept, try as I might.

Strings

Fire falls like ash, floating from his fingers. Cut strings reconnect and rip taut, tense and pulled, against his will. Something from the sun slips out, breaking cloud’s cover and shivering doom down upon them. A thousand sighs lift mist to match his laugh, as Curse collects, as something else moves between this dream.

Swell

A million tiny
clouds keep perch around the bell.
Waiting for the swell.

Hem

Each blade can cut and
reach for him. Quiet and low
above your ripped hem.

Hold

The moon shines up black
and blue behind the morning.
Still holding never.

Wake

I’ve been to your grave and felt the rain beat down as your plot thickens. Standing on the edge of this forever, dripping down to flower and branch, almost untangling the knots between your sliding walls. A box of bones and skin that crawls. Fingers dig, scraped, as I am collecting dust, caught in your wake.

Build

Form fails function’s plan.
Screws and nails can’t understand
Why the colors ran.