i stare at the flame as it licks the log it spits and crackles fire fingers grasp my mind wanders to what may come to pass while i watch the wood burn to ash 1.7.17
day 6
splintered into slender pieces, a taste, apertif of time divided in a tug of war with too many players my end of the week. 1.6.17
headless (day 5)
today my head remained in bed while my body worked away and now i dread to see my head with nothing left to say. 1.5.17
navigation (day 4)
i walk along where vines hang low the moonlight shines the sea below steer my ship through choppy seas stockade of my speckled past with wounded ones unfit to last give fair warning when passing by i lick the honey off chapped lips and blow a kiss to opposing ships seek my lodestone with open …
day 3
waterlogged, i wake to kick the rain and punch the wind morning walk passes strewn christmas trees laying in wait for their untimely removal like fallen soldiers cast aside in their prime remnants of their multicolor brilliance fend off the drops of the persistent rain. 1.3.17
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