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Conservation of Matter
Labor over me, I am no triviality.
When the craven shadows creep out the corners,
detritus spilling over the threshold of the coming day,
swallow your pride and come my way.
Deceit is a warm comfort to an old friend,
but that heat compounds anxiously within;
better to suffer the thin cuts of sharp ice,
than to ingest the ashes of a consuming flame.
Passenger Side
The radio is blasting static;
the sound is the feeling,
and a warm glow nearby
retreats from the cold outside
while I remain cool, congealed.
Broken is the world around me
this is all that there is.
While the state of my mind
is two hundred yards behind,
because ignorance is bliss.
Suspended like a house of cards,
above all the fuel and coolant
just waiting for death to catch sight
of this lure that could not fight;
a bold offense to the brutal movements.
By the time my mind has found me,
there is nothing it can do.
Whatever this is, it won’t be fast,
suffering until at last,
I am able to join with you.
Lamplighter
The air dissolves at night,
milky swirls of sorrowful clouds
lurching among street lamps
huddled close to the fitful flames
lapping at what warmth that drips down.
Fire
Burns
the air around you
rising
swelling
crashing again
the ground stirs
Burns
those lips
apart and broken
set against me
closing in
the bite.
Burns
these bonds
that hold us together
and keep us apart
the rope
burns
Enfield, NH
The wind is howling
white noise
percussion against the window pains
the sound outside fighting to get in
Could it be the warmth of the fire?
the dead trees split and parched
combust and conspire
to put the whole place to flames
if only they could
transcend the bricks between them.
Some are born to burn
others are made to build
Still others are outside
in the moonlight
battling with the turmoil
Silence can be so loud in an empty house
too afraid to burn.
Ashes
The fire burns absurd colors and strange dances,
Bringing life low, with death it enhances,
Even the lives that were static,
Its embrace can make emphatic,
Oft rekindling ancient romances.
That place, thick with green, where the deer prances,
Where people sing a chorus in stances,
The house between floor and attic,
The fire burns.
After all the slings, arrows and lances,
After all the last great performances,
After all the plans pragmatic,
And madness born from lunatic,
After all is gone save parting glances,
The fire burns.
Two Works in Tandem
Love is like a forest set to flame,
At first all consuming,
Then calm growth.
Such courage required to proclaim,
To expose our hearts like kindling,
Love is like a forest set to flame.
The passion starts blooming;
Red flowers in a field,
At first all consuming,
Swallows both.
Fertile ground,
Then calm growth.
Grow Gray With Me 