#479

the voice is silent -

how to find them in the dark?

how to find the lost?

#478

not this place, not there,

not accepted anywhere.

has movement trapped us?

#477

her Final Draw fags,

fictional yet foreboding,

they shortened nothing.

#476

a diff’rent man now,

changed so much by circumstance.

life can fuck you up.

#475

my manifesto, 

things I would like to have done.

lamps in the sunshine.

#474

the hand that takes mine

keeps my spine from splintering,

the hand that holds mine

#473

the end satisfies

in a way unknown before

when you take it slow

#472

you can take more in,

notice things unseen before

when you take it slow.

#471

all of the strands

join to form a strong hand. 

my own ikigai.

#470

automatic hands:

before i know where i am,

i’m back on that site.

#468

i discovered your

disappointment - my heart sank,

i said fuck for you

#469 (a modern erasure of history)

photos of past loves

lost on unused computers.

no one really cares.

#467

daffodil covered

gravestones change the cemetery

to a place of life

#466

the sun on the path

lights the way i want to take,

the way back to you.

#465

so convinced she’s real - 

those eyes that draw me right in.

Kiki Smith’s Lilith.

#464

are the bathers ghosts,

the spirits of those who drowned?

the strangeness of art.

#463

in the failing light

the roses still shine so bright.

as do we, always.