Tagged: absence
all of it begins
all of it begins
to fade even as we are
capturing it – pen
to paper, experience
to memory – don’t hold on
.
20170519:2257
y
perhaps months,
perhaps months,
years from now, these
days will become
foggy, it’s how our
minds insist on
playing games with
our hearts – now you see
me, now you don’t –
we have no choice as
witnesses, obligated
to make out every
fine detail in the
heightened haze
.
20170502:0738
y
remember that year
remember that year
when we lost so
many… was the
joy ever worth
the long
aches afterwards?
everyone tries
these words
in their mouths
many times before
spitting them out.
they’re unswallowable
by any muscles
so the human spirit
keeps taking the bait
.
20170429:2327
y
an ear against your
an ear against your
chest and images from
tonight’s viewing of
the latest Underworld
in the franchise
beneath my eyelids, i
am once again
wondering whose
heart will stop
beating first, and
would the one that
continues alone be okay
with succumbing to
such guilty pleasures
.
20170417:0008
y
eight minutes before
eight minutes before
midnight, we can surrender
to the late rescue
.
20170414:2354
y
i fill these moments
i fill these moments
with sugar, enough sugar
to preserve them for
at least a decade, maybe
longer, long after we are dead
.
20170402:2258
y
there are at least four
there are at least four
hundred and twenty-
eight songs i no longer
play, not counting the
accidental shuffles, one-
point-one days of ditties
i will not d.j. for
guests nor the company
of one. between past and
present, there is a
gap, where last played
rehearses silently, confined
to a losing history
.
20170330:2205
y
