Burden

Begun

I should preface this by saying I'm not sure that it's finished, but I like where it's at and I don't like having to force more words, so it's done for the moment. I learnt to walk, By following the goat on the mountain side. I learnt to see, By watching the hawk high overhead. I learnt to hear, By listening to the lone coyotes howl. I learnt to speak, By talking to the trees. I learnt touch, By floating in the ocean. I learnt of you, By forgetting everything.

I, dormouse

This is no kind of life For we are all dormice Being torn from our love To squirrel away all our lives Working at something we didn't choose To bring us shelter And brief glimpses of what it all could be Never able to keep what we collect for the proverbial rainy day. Because it was said And so written We gain nothing but the next day And is that enough To go to our graves Being forever owed From the previous ones toil. I dare say not. Even rebellion would lead to the same end And there is no solace to be found in that. Perhaps I should leave then Sail the seas And walk the paths of my forebears But with that comes the paradox Of not being able to afford my shelter or sustenance I would surely come to the end much sooner Than if I had remained that timid dormouse Once again Squirrelling away for the Never ending winter

Still sailing

The reef cracked my hull Yet I sail on My hold has begun to fill Yet I sail on The cabin is splintered, destroyed Yet I sail still Strakes fractured Sails are tattered Yet on I go And as I watch the last slow match fall I pray none of the powder is dry

Marian

That kind of look that just breathes "I know what the fuck I'm doing, And you want it, You want to know". It captures me At the basest most innocent of levels. She stands Forever still In black and white. This wolf at my door.

Piece

There is a -

Space

A void

A gap

A missing piece

As if the jigsaw were whole

Once.

I mourn this piece

For I know not what it was

Only that it no longer is.

Return of the king

The tree stands alone Proud Against a luminous backdrop Red From the light of a rising sun Enveloped By a colony of bats Feeding In the last light of the moon

On my way home...

Have you ever Felt so... Ethereal? A part of yourself And a part of nothing In touch but unable to, All that is you And all that is everything Is not anymore. Have you ever Watched yourself From the inside, An out of body experience Yet trapped in your own. Disconnected control Of your own self, You are you. But barely able to feel And yet remaining fully aware Just, Dulled Numb To all that is. Danger lies in that stillness Like quicksand It becomes hard not to sink To fall into And embrace That sweet nothing Because there is no fear Just a vague sense of acceptance Without question or answer

Send help

Lying at once Both prostrate And supine This sleep has become a contradiction Spinning round This waking rest Is more restless Than my time spent awake

I'm finding that as I get older Getting older feels divine Now I don't believe in the divine There's just no better word to describe The feeling of age in my mind Now sun is dead ahead And the road is behind. I'm being blinded, Is this the cost of freedom? Too much coffee And not enough sleep Black. Light. Spots. Peaks don't help when Stars are staring you down And December is no place For tinted lenses

Subversive social commentary

...we’re fucked.