Every tree a mirage
every flower a hand of the dead bursting through the surface
we are all always desperately grasping for,
reaching toward
life
at least, that's what I'd like to believe.
mounds and mountains
scraps for the ever present more
we are ever running toward
come to fruition even in death
especially in death
and that makes the whole thing not seem so bad
swallow the pill hard- without water
the anabiotic with the alcohol
the skin disease that's just a freckle
the rust filling in the cracks of your new pocket watch
conquer the void any way you can
I'll fall with you into the serenity of release
Our botched and bloody palms
ripped from the monkey bars
the gritty strength of our weight foreshadowing every clenched jaw and bitten back finger nail
destruct the entire earth with a pickax
the infected needle scattered unrecognizable amongst the hay
buried unforgivingly in the familiar and blending in just fine
how much more do you think you can take?
how much longer?
and shall we applaud with our grief
the thundering aria of accomplishment
At the foot of stone
growing wet with memory
growing in ways my knees could never stretch
while flesh still held them tight.