short tea

symbiotic hypnotic tonic
inhaled for a moment
bringing clarity, lemon tea.
so simple to you. or me. chewing gum, carefree.

indigestion

torn between the earth and sky
icy indigestion transports sweet words gummed by unfaithful lips
what color are your eyes as mine burn through?
liquid muse, fill your empty bottle with sunrise

so close

a wet towel. a hand on my face.
was it so far away from this watery purgatory and yet so close to hell
that i stole a moment of time and crystalized it into an idea, a monumental mistake

cycle of nothing

you are of the nothing
so nothing is returned to me
not breath not the warmpth of the sun or the light of the moon
and the light beats me down onto my knees
helpless to see my thoughts of wrath.

of mountains

where earth and sky collide,
rosy stains on a mountain side.
compression, there was no question.
that doubt's cloak bundled them tightly during winter dreams.
an ocean of streams