~ First Time I Knew ( Read more... )

Now is the hour of future ( Read more... )

home,
like bagging graves
along lose reflections
of the fractions of lives
still, standing,
buried underneath your
grocery list of regrets

⁞

tasking by summer
on winter w a l k s way
was one angry beaver,
alone by the bay

the window and the widow, with widening fortress, and lasting dreams of steel