first frost -
the willow cries
dead leaves

~A. Caouette

Daylight Savings Time
ended on Sunday -
my cat is still in bed

~A. Caouette, October, 2009

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in that place where caffeine softens
the alcoholic haze
it helps me keep my eyes open
to all the pain and wonder
of beginning to crack open my heart
and breech that deepest of
places where walls dissolve
into tears and the grandness
of the cosmos
but illusions need to shatter
and then I can lay my self
out, raw and reduced
to atoms and
synapses and
soulglow.

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I'm Trying to Write This for You

Swirling, the words are there
like in a fog, in the space between thoughts.
But they call so quietly
And everything else is so loud.

Like in a fog, in the space between thoughts,
something in the aether is taking form
But everything else is so loud
And the space between thoughts so small.

Something in the aether is taking ( Read more... )