Posted by David ⋅
looking for the poem
finding the ache
of the lonely day
inside myself
go to
Spotify
look for you
in a song
melodies for the
weaving of skins
together in the
ethereal places
we had found
Posted by David ⋅
morning I remake
the walls of music
make the poetry
of silence
find I need to renew
my black undies
for she who may
find me
Posted by David ⋅
I’m listening to Carole King’s
Tapestry album
each song makes
an empty room
Posted by David ⋅
it rains
I am made of water
⬎
the sun rises
I make vitamin D
from sunlight on my skin
⬎
I breathe the oxygen
made by plants
I am made of the minerals
of plants
⬎
I feed the small creatures
too tiny for me to see
inside myself
so they might care for me
⬎
I am of The Earth
I understand now
Posted by David ⋅
can you love in the ethereal
like a spirit does
hon?
the clouds are making their way upon the hilltops
and my eyes have found them
there
Posted by David ⋅
she went into the sun
she has made
eternity
lonesome
my lovely vampire
Posted by David ⋅
I look over my shoulder
the shadow of a girl
following me
⬎
her shadow is long
and thin
the sun
draws her
⬎
on the pavement
her shadow clips
my heel
I trip up
my heart beating
graffiti of erosion 