Poetry #4
Cold and bright Hold me tight Give me sparks The match I strike This I know I’m bound to go Show me out Toward the snow Drag my feet And likely freeze Raise my hands Upon my knees Kiss the floor Feel no more Numb to touch The final pause
Poetry #3
Come, my brothers, far and wide to view the memory maker It opens with an envelope and closes with a taper The present is the past and now the last thing you remember The first thing when you wake tomorrow wishing it was later On the surface memory is something you discover Lying in a darkened room, waiting for your
Poetry #2
Secrets held within a bag Reveal the long-lost answer The only sign upon the tag A name you don’t remember Counting from a backwards clock Is gradually getting louder Your breathing slows, your numbness grows Reach out for your lover Rising metal fingers ease You lean in for the first time A book of fleeting fantasy Is faded from the