the missed spaces, the missed places, the missed times, the missed rhymes, the missed persons I could have been or will be, the fear that restricts me, the choices that elate me, the food that prolongs, the life that kills and opens and winds up and scares and tears and screws, inspires and heightens and pitches and rolls and drowns and crowns and takes hold of and molds and breaks and pours into and empties and burns.

and here we steal away together

recorded 13.4.17

We swing

Countless times in one day

Between anger and love

Fire feeds fire

Passion is not lacking

It propels our pendulum

Metal meets metal

The resonance felt in the heart

Or stomach

A sadness so deep I am sick

Of myself with myself

An ugly ego

I continually mount

To tame the stallion

I am thrown off

Time and time again

Both lay hurt, in the dust of the ring

Defeated by habit and instinct and fear

 

Grace floats by on the scent of a meadow

recorded 12.8.17

recorded -.-.13