Alternating freezing and thawing temperatures

form long dark scars on the trunks of spruce trees 

A warm front suddenly plummets

the outside contracts more quickly than the inside

causing rapid splitting

Cold, still air carries sound well amplifying the sudden sound of wood cracking

9/29/2020

It doesn't end it starts over

    falling temperatures

        falling apart

            feeling whole

                glutted bb

Orange sky

    moments, ingots, stored buried

Mornings where I feel myself gather

    no time to rewound

        doubt can fuck off

 Deciduous parts fall along the way

    but remember

            these are not words lost.

    

On the boundaries

I FEEL I EXIST ON THE BOUNDARIES

    BUT AM GOOD AT BLENDING 

         THE UNIVERSAL THRUTHS REVEALED 

             THROUGH SEEING MYSELF IN YOUR EXPERIENCES 

                 AND MY FALSEHOOD REVEALED WITH MY CONTRA. 

 HERE WE ARE SOMEWHERE BETWEEN SCIENCE AND ART. KNOWING AND FEELING. 

 I CAN NOT SAVE ANYONE. 

    NOT EVEN MYSELF. 

         THAT PART OF ME IS ALL USED UP. 

ALL I HAVE LEFT IS TO SIT HERE, BESIDE YOU, AND ALLOW YOU TO EXIST AS YOU ARE. MY YOU, ALWAYS SHIFTING FROM THE UNIVERSAL AND THE HONORED. 

 THAT'S THE ARCHITECTURE. THE STRONG BEAMS BETWEEN PUBLIC AND PRIVATE.

 ALWAYS SEEKING BALANCE. 

        

                                 ALWAYS WANTING TO TIP THE SCALES.

never never never

But

 i never said no

so you sat a little closer 

and i never moved away

never never never 

i say your name too causally too often

we lay, you holding my side

pressing my chest up

          protecting my heart

blue

waiting for your chef d'oeuvre
waiting for anything to happen
words pendulous
tasks abdicated
just the cicadas
its not till now
with the fastidious concern
to do well
proving wrong the contemptuous
is all success expedient
aquiline beaks
seems tawdry


these are the tenses that define us now: past tense, back then; future tense not yet.

i'm reducing

do small towns have apartment buildings?

my dress is too small cause i washed it in warm with the towels 

dad made it to christmas 

but his hair didn't

love poem

Roses are red
violets are violet
and sometimes I guess blue
my gum is getting old
and harder to chew
so my jaw is getting sore
and my tongue is getting bored
so you're like new gum