The crow and the foil

An attraction
that’s what this is all about
or a space more desolate
or a spineless vertebrate
burning tired skin
watching hell from a safe distance
don’t they know we understand
that
a young boy knows
his legacy?

a metallic shimmering fold
some ways off on the horizon
catches his attention
fleeting
files for an extension
on shallow new
dimensions discovered while

you

admire

nothing

so tangible.

Feint

A rotation of sound
around a fountain of you
and a deep, dark, pulsing whisper
haunts me tonight

i’ve bested myself
in a game of empty variables
lost my way
in a hollow embrace
and now
haunted
i’m saving
nothing

and

there’s a ghost of a man
there, just behind me
dodging reflections,
feinting,
but regardless
he’s there
the one
representing
disillusionment
hinting at nothingness
somehow
comforting,
his cold
whisper.

A condition of terms

Words-
i am one in six billion
fingers
searching for a way to explain
but this strange language is man-made
and doesn’t seem to express
what made me not want to get dressed-
today

i am petrified
forest-
more quiet than quiet
as you fall in line
at the drop of a dime
signaling the end
of my time

i want so much not to be
human,
to remove the body
to finally
be
understood.