over the road rumble

piercing the static of my thoughts

a stillness

nothing but a breath

spins me around

spills my secrets

empties my grief

stills my longing

teases me with peace



the tinny voice

lodged in my gut

says thoughts

are only validated

by being heard

that logic having taken me

to hell

defies its own faultiness

self being a violent criminal




i languish in hiding

wishing i could

stand my ground

for better reason

than pride



i want to send it out in victory

and bring it in with joy

i wish for celebration

but smoke drifts from this

the pyre of annum gone

may it waft past mount and gorge

fill you with warmth
there is a book balanced

at the end of this pen

the story of my sins

the legacy of my lies

fresh untrodden soil kicked over

cold remains kissed hard in disbelief
time taunts again

i feel no fear

just a detached wonder

that a being wrung so very dry

still weeps
we wait

for break of day

sound of bird

rustle of divine

nodding from our deepest void

to what we cannot see


light me up

know me

name the spark

before you go

twisting one breath

into a thousand

tearing the fabric

of this vintage us

into useful rags

and when i find a scrap

bitten by dusty years

it might still smell

like smoke