one year

one year
nearly two since you rumbled into my life and rearranged it
forever.
one year gone without you
why do you haunt my dreams

Cut-up / found poems

A subject in degree
Hold that laugh- at least partially,
Economics,
<< It still makes me
better than my cat>>
- Probably



Know Everything about
television
television

You need….

Know Everything about
television
television
You need…

Zoe and Asja in the yard

10 meetings in Hell

Your eyes: pieces of empty fire.

A strange fire, one that scours you inside out.

A fire that doesn't burn, but like dry ice, it leaves twisted thin scars, so fine
no one sees them. But they burn. Without end.


A year passes.

The fire grows without control, burns in a rampage, then retreats.

Gaining strength from the distance, from a lack of air,
it comes back a hundredfold to
again burn the scars leaving new ones, deeper and finer

forever.

Destroyed.

By this past year in Hell.

With you.

owned

He took
the only 2 things that belong to me:
my words and my body.

I took them back:
the one, silenced, and the other, broken.

He still owns a piece of me.

silly question

A man out waking two tiny dogs asked me, " Is it easier to run uphill or downhill?"

He asked me this as I was running up a 7% grade.

I hope he didn't expect an answer.

I am a good hill runner but yes, uphill is always harder because of Gravity; Downhill can wreck your knees. And usually, there is another hill up ahead.

A good steep hill clears the mind.

So, yes and no, Man with 2 tiny dogs, running uphill is easier and harder.