Strawberry Icecream

I checked the phone
And December came back with vengeance.
I checked the phone
And put it back down to snooze, but the alarm hadn't
I checked the phone
but, those words were still written across the screen.

I checked the phone.
And I knew there was no more sleeping.  I got up and went into the other room
I checked the phone
And decided I should call, because those words…they were still there.

I called back and we spoke for a while but the call was dropped.
I checked the phone
filed away, but still written…that phrase.

I checked the phone
And called via my computer to wrap up.
I had to get to work. What time was it?
I checked the phone.

And all the way to work I wore sunglasses as a mask because of what would pour out but that only lead to leaking so I got there and then comes the openness because I can not help it and it is the best way to be at a time that I must be all the broken that i can.

I breath

I check the phone
I go home and bake cookies. I am missing salt as well as the secret ingredient, but I bake cookies.


I keep checking the phone.

cold wet feet

my feet are so cold
           but not as cold as his
but mine are also wet
           but his will never be

It pours down, and rushing rivers of rain water flow over my unsuspecting canvas shoes.
           but I have shoes
I'm caught off guard by the sudden need for ten men and counting myself amongst them.
           but I'll keep counting

no box no shield but nearly form fitting wrappings and I have not seen such a vacancy since the father of the first time i went out of myself to see about this weight pulling me past I'm trying and stumbling from this unseeable withered



(breath)
         



           but i wither too,
                                    just
                                           much
                                                     slower.

with out words

hers is a persistent beauty, the type that won't let go.  Setting up camp for a long term campaign.
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hers is a short term beauty, the type that fizzles out.  Finding herself empty, and with no source.
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hers is an intimidating beauty, the type men fear.  Lose of grounding in reality with prolonged exposure.
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hers is a violent beauty, the type that wreaks havoc.  She presents herself as a weapon to destroy.
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hers is an unseen beauty, the type that goes unnoticed.  Offering stability to those that invest in her.
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hers is a consistent beauty, the type that endures.  Observers turn to her with expectation regularly.
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hers is a considerate beauty, the type that differs.  She brings others along with her to every new level.
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...

Ink less

Sitting in my past and no longer waiting.

Getting ready slowly, but not stalling in large sweeps of time.  The cliff is just around the corner and I...have broken thresh hold.

 A strong boundary held and strongly so.

It all continues to filter up.  For that which I am in need is less than what is give. Freely.  

Ink less, I'm hung out to dry...

to be said

I'm sorry for this silence, both previous and present…
I'll scream, but only when I can get away with it.
Which is when I'm alone, but you need not worry.
I'll only be this at the last resort.
tearing and weeping on the inside because I'm stretched beyond distance.
even time breaks my tendons past the healing.
I'm not as much water as I was
I keep poring out
I'm emptying, and this is also a good thing.
the over flow of word build up is coming into a flash point

Pensil lead still lies
                                 a lot.

Fresh wrist

Newly freed from restrictive wraps,

I am reflecting at this distance from family.

This is the most expected difficult time of year. 

Well braced for it most years, I was preoccupied this time. 

Where are the clip clops of wooden heals?

The school skipping children and work escaping adults are at odds.  While they are able to value this season in greater contrast to the serounding, they must return the that pace.

Here we get to truly relax into what the season provides because we all join in...we are the seroundings 

Mr Richards

Dave had been the new guy for quite some time.  With no family to speak of, it was always a struggle to realize his part.  He did not like his own name.

At long last a chance meeting turned into a series of poor choices that brought him happiness.
There was a slow cutting away that felt like both freedom and abandonment. His partner in crime was happy to turn doubt into a way of life.  No foreseeable future, but childlike, they played house with no house to speak of…in the open.

At cliffs edge, cards are collected. Points plotted out that reel off into uncertainty.  Like a disc world map, no clarity lurks around the corner.

months away, the dust is only a further part purposelessness dragging out its faulty and fractured factual stance.