This ones only ickle..im not quite sure what i was thinking:L


Whipser Remember.

i want every touch to whisper remember
and everything not just be something i do to get by
between the mundane and the divine
you keep saying it’s alright
but time is all i have and everything i want
is wrapped up in a choice i can’t make
Please miss me when i’m gone
i’ll be waiting to help you along



Slightly longer and about..well, take form it what you will.


Ugly.

Just my breath
and these silent
birch trees.

Trees
sway
still

The snow crunches -
It’s close amongst
these birches

These old lungs -
Plastic flapping on wooded
branches.

Cut trees
in a vacant lot
drying out

White birches
stand in winter’s dusk -
Grandfather’s ghost.

Bare black
trees stand still against
a dimming dusk sky.

Revved motors
echo and swell. Those trees
are now gone.