Low Clouds

October 23, 2013

You learn,
that cancer is slow…
until the bitter end

to trust your gut,
and not fall victim to repetition

Morals and judgment hold,
the same consistency
as gelatin

They melt and harden,
and melt and harden

The cold is coming,
so bring your dear to heart in close,
put a scarf on
and allow the burden of lines,
to line your face

Do whatever it takes to start warm,
and alive
& out there.


When I first took form,
I modulated for a while,
vomited up little pieces,
choked on the least desired.

I stretched,
and it was painful,
to open spaces,
and dig deeply into unforgiving joints.

Then I vomited more,
and more,
and more.