I just listen to the wind These old and tired branches Calling through the trees A whispering in my bones I call that quiet cold my home That soft but bitter Winter breeze That silent Earth Lying, still, beneath Peaceful, unperturbed Belly fat and distended Full of tired words Exhaustion as I'm bended Mouth all full of briers Words all caught with barbs Wishing to be lovers Praying despite my tongue Mistakes that drown in tidal pools Washing away with bitter water With revere

Moon-dripped reflections Fallen from favor The weight on these shoulders Still gazing at navels Plucking at strings In ivory chambers, I...

The Rock Echoes of this piecemeal thunder Crushing clanking gears of stone Unwieldy chains like words unspoken The ungodly strong...