oceans

oh my good grief I remember the days

when we watched a storm move his bright life into shade

standing motionless, eyes wide and colorless

hope against hope against hoping for a reset

reach for each other

take a breath and take cover

some of the colder days are sunlit and hand-fed

some of our nights were made to be moonless.

we packed up and spread out

like our city burned down

and it’s so still we can hear the smoke moving around

we remember the look on his face

as he pulled fire alarms

there are some things you love

because they pull you apart.

head set

 

he’s just been pruning it back
now he tears it up at the root
watch his head open doors
and his hands follow suit
variant landscape
make him burn and break
no more gasping in the doorway
no more amnesia to fake
loose shallow earth
he’s crawling out from his bed
to grab the bull by the throat
and wring some blue from the red