Thursday, March 8, 2018

doubts

can a flower
that's been stepped on
repeatedly

still smell so
sweetly
time and again?

can a vine
that's been cut off
from rooting

still reach out
and bloom
from above?

where is the love
when the grey
comes in?

it blocks the sun
when the day
won't begin

why does this happen
time and again?

doubt crawls free
from underneath
me

it seizes me in
the darkness

holding me apart
from all of this

pain and
what it is

used to be bliss
just two seconds ago

what do i know
about love?

(nothing)




Tuesday, March 6, 2018

winter's phone call

it's snowing right now
i had to salt my steps
just awhile ago

it's falling silent
across my path

anyway
i was just calling
to see how you were

was your day all right?
did anything good
happen to you
to-day?

you know
what you say
and what you remember
from your day

is the warmth
that makes me forget
the cold
outside

what a ride
it's been
with you

over the hills
and valleys
of what once was

and what could be
again

anyway
i just called
to see how you were

and stuff

(us)