I Know for a Reason

One day this force will fail,
and my heart will know
how not to pound.
One day I will run away;
one day I will slow down.

This that throbs within me,
will fade into silence -
one day the force will fail
and I won't be around.

All that I didn't say -
these words that meant life -
one day in death they will
astound.

I may be drifting to the dark
letters no one reads -
I know for a reason
this treasure will be found.

Snow

We give in.

The sun is only a shard of life -
and there are cracks, too many -
we're eaten dry, our longings
slipping beneath our feet
as we walk to the top -
a foggy top -
the climax of our pains.

There, where it snows,
the breath is a fume
that billows from the soul
until it is lost
to death.

As the shard falls flat,
I hail the white shroud -
between my short breaths
and the windmills of snow,
you are lost and how!

Wanting to let go
of my icy hand -
wanting to clutch
the billowing fume -
wanting to unearth the fire
that would undo doom.

You, with your feather flight,
and I, with my shackled heart,
give in to the white -
give in
too soon?

Love, a Little Curl

I kindle the pen, a cigarette -
I smoke a syringe.
Perhaps, they're right in saying
that I'm doing it wrong.

Smoke-song, I break
into little curls
as I poem the homeless love
for him.

He arches in my thoughts -
a pretty, garden bridge;
I coil, a snake,
guarding this memory.

Long time, he chimed
to the wind in my hair.

Long time, he fluttered
his lying lashes.

Long time, I held
onto his cruel, cruel ways.

Long time, he denied
me a divorce.