Good bleed

How can you feel nothing, yet

The comfort wrap you up so sweet?

When blank cards face the dealer does it matter if you cheat?

I don’t feel anything to say, so please

why are you still here to read?

forest-land

There is such a strong memory in me

concrete and water

the buzzing of the trees, the steaming of the leaves

i can feel the rough-stone against my hands, the wet bricks lapped by endless sands

the tumbling shadows through the branches, currents caught by the wilder-man

i hear the scraping of the twigs, the breaking rustle of their twins

no one can remove this energy

from me.