I Cry A Lot

Scene sweet and kind as thyme

Spring of the Carolinas beats through me

Like drums

Like symbols written in the clouds

The hush tones of her crinkling by silence, my cries

I am more than the branches that break. I am the river bed that shakes, the limestone that quakes in rebellion and retaliation in remembrance.

from my chest

from my beating heart

from within my valves, laid like cavern,

The pulls away drag hot iron along the walls

desire give flow it force and lunges forward

spews of me on the page

Break free of plaster cast

Fly by - wings flap

take a lap, try height - soar flight

Unknown destination - not a vacation

For those who nap

Tonight the backs of the breezes blowing come in

Alone they are they bring him traveling through my mind tonight. With his feather speech he began racing my heartbeat. Placing first in my foremost squish and squash pink mushy matter.

His name arranged as lights, echoing from an otherwise empty stage, blinding me as I attempt a behind the curtain glance. For this I am washed with relief.

The wound healed me, bruising still telling

The doctor, the mailman, and the moon

All my medicine men

Swore their scouts honor away

Torn tissue and sin

Closed circulation within

Cell by cell things go from red to blue

And as you breathe life in purple becomes the hue

All night i labored with the thoughts of completion

My muscles throb below the surface, dreading learned information.

I live behind the sands of time

Stuck in yesterday’s qualms and corals reef

Hes on board- seated in the back seat- staring at the glass

wondering who hes supposed to be

Across the aisle i stare through him, wondering if he’s someone im supposed to leave.

Lending me the sight of fireflies on thick night air.

The humility of humidity, in with the hummingbirds.

A song loud sung comes from the dogwood leaves up above me.

My desperate attempt of osmosis. I have been burnt by merging now. The theft of another’s stance had exhausted what I thought to be my last chance.

Truth it be then, i’ll ignore it no more

that if I have been, I have been before.

Then I will be. I will be despite lore.

They told me this once and then told once more

whispered in screams through carolina trees

“Oh, Our only darling, do you now know?”

“As seasons change the colors that run: show”

Ethereal stained glass rays of the palsms

around again I will come and be born

my new long bones grown and fragile skin torn

from my rebirth in the early hours mourn

There comes a day, often without a warn,

The river rests for no splitting ends

Answering in open responses

Questioning the top soil

Skin without sins

Mosquitoes recoil

Bird flu flys thin

A sin none the less

Bites and bruises

and bumps of the night

who loses?

Tongues and Tuesdays

Home sweet home and long away stays

of all the mes

I’ll ever be

Thank you caps

and Mushroom habitats

Once in a bind and out of time

You gave me spine