billyfivecrows

(A Love, Poem)


They tell me
No smoke, those

Who can only

Imagine
Fire

*

Burned by
Prayer, too near

To ice, that's

The reason

*

You say
"Why"

I imagine
Sky

*

The arc
Of
Star

Through
Air isn't

War

*

Beautiful
Dreamer. I've

Heard
That, I did

That
Before

I was
Born

*

Maps
Of
Fiction. Yawning

In the
Village

*

Pearls. Cells.

Freckles.

Diving.
Dividing.
Dying.

*

The substance
Of her loss.
The antidote
Of her longing.


We share
A disimilar
Dream, make

Noise with our
Eyes, turn our
Heads

Into downward
Myth, kiss and

Whisper

Each other

Alone

*

It's fine and relaxed, simply

Breeze...

*

All of our angers

Gamble for our judgements

*

Never deprived

A land

Of "being hand"

A new slavery

*

How many versions
Of event? The most

A name

Will settle for...


***

Tulsa seems to be an encroaching reality. If it goes through, maybe in 2-3 months, I'll be moving again. Third time in two years, but this time not just across town, or the next town over, or two hours up the hiway. Another state, another life.

Not much keeping me here, to be honest. I'm clutching at straws, trying to stay put, but nothing substantial...anything I can think of slips right through my fingers.

I'm excited at the prospect. Maybe this will be for a while. I'm tired of packing and unpacking. I require roots of some sort. It's about time.

-c.