st. denis & duluth

chain
alone
walk
the streets
smoke
and drink water
and be
take risks
and move
bus rides
reading
a warm loaf of bread
freshly baked
and coffee, black
a park bench
and darkness
voices
after sunlight
a photograph is missing
forever...

moon

restless
and the moon made me feel little tonight
a spot
an ash
in the breeze.
puddles from yesterday
power lines glistening with energy
moistness reflecting starlight
talking about things
conversation and smoke.
a good day
but restless.
we share the restlessness
all of us here,
unsure... not of ourselves
but of what we are doing with ourselves
with what we are doing here.
ashes to ashes to ashes to dust:
we won't be dust
we'll float like smoke
and find the answers.

beads

a teaspoon of sugar today, with milk
she usually takes it black
sweet granular, the deeper the fall
bottom feeding on leftovers
tired eyes:
Open.

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she's thinking
about the woman with beads
around her neck, a disc of patterns
traditional adornments
with a sweater underneath to keep her warm
in this bitter cold country
wind would bite through the thin, delicate fabric of her shawl
cut right through
her first visit
a bulky sweater and a million beads
every colour
but the gold and red stand out between yellow and white
she gave the girl a star, jewellery
to remember this day

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and the wind cut through the girl but the coffee keeps her warm

My confessions in fragments

Today I failed to starve myself
And the cigarette I smoked made me guilty
Dry Lips
Walking home
I saw a few lonely stars in the sky
And I felt like someone was following me
Maybe it was my own shadow
Tomorrow will be full of bones.