roots stalled around the surface
no more than infant trees
got mulched in traffic
photographed in concrete contrast
shrivelled trying to reach
into life through tar

roots would be branches if they chose
grow leaves if they rose
if they twiddled instead of holding on
killed in haste
neglected till waste
drowned in water
shrivelled in dry heat
then tinted in tea

roots rained down dried twigs
and sand, rising with no hold
when the world turned over
digging branches into the earth
burying leaves
then grew like shock in thin air

when memory was numbed enough
for the similarity
when later the upside down tree
was called the tree
and so free it was
until again they redefined free

have a good day
forward this to ten people to make their day special
you are special
happy valentine’s day
happy birthday
will you be mine
last night was the best night of my life
I love you
wish you were here
i’m sorry
please talk to me
just married
i’m sorry
please talk to me
happy anniversary
i’m sorry
please talk to me
i’m sorry for your loss
i’m sorry
please talk to me
happy journey

a rose is no longer just a rose

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like desperate water
red hot mountain metal
my dreams burn
like ocean waves and tendril flames
soon turn and steam away
soon they dissipate
sometimes i dream they return

the anatomy of stillness

a moment
blindness
a man
his eyes
sometimes the world conspires