gracefully ill

in dreams
you walk the road to the horizon
to that edge
where you sit with the sun
red in it's dying hour
so gracefully ill
that moment blasts you into particles
sweeping across the open
like a vengeful dust cloud
before settling in dunes
softly shaped
beneath the dark clearing sky
spanning your existence
this show, this splendor
you drink it up
alone out here
with this huge fucking tit
filled with white tasting colors
naked as in birth
the all overshadowing thoughts of death
are not so exhilarating anymore
all living here
is a beautiful tale of resilience

final breath

i drag my friend
by his shirt
from deep inside the apartment
from the deep inside his mind
i pull him to the doorway
feel that, i say
that kind night temperature
the smells, the sounds
this is all here for us
to mend the faltering spirits
look at that california sky, i say
refreshed, loaded
but we live in a dump, he says
hesitant to embrace
cause it's free
life has brought us here, i gesticulate
he nods his head
this is just another story
don't you see?
in that final breath we're just a story
a story that ends
all stories die
but right now we live forever
all this, right now
is forever
for a moment

masked

the woman
masked cold white
so naked
fallen stars all around, or
snowflakes glistening in the pale
the forest all but dead
dry distorted bones
pointing sharp
through a hole in the imagination
she travels
back in time
lonesome
to a time less traveled
at those impossible hours of the night
melancholy sets in
but she
she is long gone