Author: windstrewn
Average Dude. Sometimes, I Write.
second stone
Distant, maybe lost, or at unrest, at least…
wasn’t that fun?
Finger-braids and white-knuckle lust…
cloven clover
Unclench the stone that minds your melody…
not dostoevsky’s problem
Paper plates and plasticware…
keep the key
It took time, but I dug up that heart-choking chain…
equum spem
Save Destiny, but She was with you already…
white scar
For the hidden key-to-start an almost-empty car…
slant-steady
Fraught o’er what you didn’t-did…
clotheslines
My breath catches on a line at times…
wolf of weariness
A flirt-with-leaf and worthless woo…
on jovian clouds
Music: On Jovian Clouds
filamentary
Tears run the gully-of-straight-forty-scowl…
tank’astray
Unlike Roquette vines…
closets and candles
Closets aren’t for wish-you-were-rights…
bambi replayed
I’m just a strum on the nerve…
read me again (01.25.2018): alms for an almanac
The toil and over-turned earth of it, for but a dearth of believable dreams.
count dadula
A batty beast in the bleachers…
on ingalls’ prairie
Stains require a wash…
billie jean
I could hear the cartilage cracking…
carpe diem
I leave it to the sky…
red jacket
Where there’s smoke, I’ve been…
shame of thrones
Means notwithstanding, I’d do it…
grand marquis
Don’t step on a crack, they all teased…
throwback: 2002: fata morgana
And I come back to it less than more, too-sure of it, still-needing…
mundane cataclysms
I’ve wished, at times, to’ve lost half I’ve chased…
khazad-dûm
My heart’s an ant-farm…
