have you ever tasted a memory
like fresh snow falling
from an empty sky
or rain that falls
when there aren’t clouds for miles
not a miracle
more like an anomaly
…just like me

if my fear
grants me freedom
then I’m afraid this cell
will be the last thing I remember

stuck
in this room
drunk
on the scent of your perfume
its been hours since you left
and I still smell you

clinging to
molecules
enveloping
particles
dispersing
pheromones

all of this is
mother natures answer
to my captor
equipped with
intricately
mapped fractals
encrypted
indecipherable messages
wrapped in
endless miles of…
and even deeper
sighs

erased in space
an alternate place
between fallen from
and brought to grace
like purgatory
except its boring me
to sleep
i am
breaking in
the taste of skin
claw and grasp
air grows thin
i am
just a mistake
you’ll soon learn that
i am just one
of many more
yet to come

don’t fret yourself
with the things I think about
i assure you that it’s often
but more often less than
sometimes it’s not at all

pressed beneath your palm
crushed within your hand
these are things
to not take lightly

taken in as stone
beaten back to sand
only time knows
if actions we’re taken rightly

the way to go day time
was to occupy my mind
you did it so easily
in the darkest recesses
absent of sunshine

trapped for the moment
but nothing here is meant to last
so whether clinging to a shoulder
or hanging from a rope
this too shall pass

you call it the ocean
i call it a mausoleum
where we lay dead to rest
where one day I will lay
until then i seek solace
in her majesty
the ever inviting sea
her banks and bars
forming breaks calling me

it runs
along the coast
the white sands
lined with sea oats
sandstone shores
granite cliffs
rivers mouths
that wind
to meet the oceans lips
and exhale out
what the current collected
on its route

its been years now
since dad was laid to rest
as the rising tide
came to crest
our lady, the gulf
was kind enough to accept
lift the king from his box
watching him sink with my chest

my mom was lucky enough
to watch his last breath
as it left his chest
a heave and release
its a morbid thought you protest
but to be there at the end
i’d say she was blessed

maybe I should be an inventor
so i can design a detector
that alerts me of present danger
and keeps me a safer
distance from…
maybe I should just give in
and face the fact that I can’t win
playing with fire…
wrestling with magnets
it only makes opposing forces
stronger by resisting
a passive expressive
path i choose to
peek through
an opened window
so i surrender
and submit this to you
you’re destined for greatness
and my time has already passed

go home
with the
slow cooking
and the time outs
you gotta
decision make
and your
times a waste
so you seek alternative routes
your tongue is quick
and razor sharp
like poison darts
aimed at your “A” team
making the bench warmer
a first string start
need a hiatus
relief from this status
break from the hand that made us
as it takes away
everything it gave us
life is a mystery
memory is blistering
my mind is bursting
and contains enough
fluid to
run me dry