Can you die from a feeling?
So deep and unappealing

When your heart shatters--
the heaviest pieces still beating

get lodged in the throat
is it possible that you can choke?

Thumbs in the pockets
Of torn blue jeans and muddy boots
Up with the sun and down with the moon

Sweat on the brow
Calloused hands
The heart beats of a sturdy man

The Darkest Words
Always start off the same
I don’t blame them
I wouldn’t know

There’s something about the weather
Or maybe
I’m sorry for your loss
Or
How’s everyone handling it?

I
The moon has just settled among the stars
The rotting stench of chemical smog
Unforgiving ghosts passing, coming and going
The repetitious glow of authority

A pool of waking-potion
Corralled in my hands
Squeezed tightly
Not a drop slips out

A quick motion upwards
The tired skin awakes
to the reality of morning
once again

Thumbs in the pockets
Of torn blue jeans and muddy boots
up with the sun and down with the moon

Sweat on the brow
Calloused hands
the heart beats of a sturdy man