Upon Worn Spirits

Sheep’s wool woven crystal grey
Cascading braids of thunder and lightless theatre marquees

I came covered in caramel vapors
Rode around town on a pair of
Restless rubber legs
Started north and ended up
Along homecoming’s lakefront

Sidewalks and wave whispers
Decorated with the fermented remnants of kisses
Meant with good intention, concrete chipped
Intricate designs embossed on finger nails-
What a rainbow,
Colourful contrast created from sleep exhaustion
Hunger pangs staved off with nicotine

I got lost a little bit
Encompassed by the passively pungent smells
Of love’s sweet battlefield, I took my time
Knocked on your door
Opened revealing you standing there,
Entered and we talked as if one
Upon mentioning an interest in stitching
A hat was produced from an inconspicuous kitchen cabinet,
Handed it over graciously-crystal grey threading,
Braids of cascading thunder and lightless theatre marquees

What a beautiful gravestone it would become

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An Uncertainty of Importance

Pine pitch feet dangle

Splash of water proving
Only that this is where I am
That I can distinguish between hot and cold
And this water is black tea
Floral bouquet basking in a setting sun warm

and I smell like shit
Like gay masturbation
Like a nicotine and divorce bonfire

Still surrounding
Amongst familiar paths of a childhood
Long since passed no one speaks

Letting inner sadist run free
I play hooky with mosquitoes and smother
The embers nearly allowing flaxen glitter
To perish before breathing back just enough life,

Another splash
I am here
Feeling only water and diluted rays
Of sunshine stretching sapling liquor thin
Along shallow canyons breaking surface tension
Sink and sink oh liver of mine
One inch at a time,

Translucent wings carry a plump bug away
Leaving an itch and drip of blood-
So this is why the rivers of the Upper Peninsula
All resemble rusty cinnamon- that colour of bad dreams
Lost concentration
Distance a dilemma
Lost in thought
Still getting in places I shouldn’t be
Is it bad timing if I was going to find out regardless?

Kicking a submerged boulder
Tumbling, plummeting
Into turbid tranquility

Could I ever outrun such a burden as this?