like home

when it rains it mourns
the living light crying
caught between the sky
and forever
watch the evergreen
seems like a day
to remember

a way

I want to be her collarbone
just to miss that kiss
when she looks over her shoulder

efflorescence

can I be a tree..or a bush?
or maybe its best bud?

lost

old black dog embarking
up the wrong tree of life.
time after time.
I ascend from the sky
under the earth.
sitting around the fable
like a holy man perpetrating.
lost nature down appian way.
can't find a road to Rome.
raise up my dome.
bring me home.

petrichor

there's a word for this.
the way the gods slit their wrists.
I know there's a word for this.
the way boulders of blood
saturate parched promised lands.
there's got to be a word for this.
the smell of pain in the distance
spilling from the veins of hell.
I don't know the word for this.
that awful scent after the reign.