One night I had an urge to practice my short form, and how to get the most meaning in as few words as possible. These are the results.
On a hill, warm, without you.
Today, tomorrow, yesterday, you and I.
Your hands are soft, let go.
Without you, I fly, then, fall.
With you, I fall, then fall.
Count with me: one, two, three.
You told me, “I love you.”
So I told you “not anymore”
The snow burns through my skin.
On the streets, the sewers snake.
At the station, warning, another knife.
Today the rain falls, yesterday too.
Tomorrow the sun rises, me too.
Tomorrow is unknown, so is today.
Dancing leaves sing with the storm.
I cannot, I know; your words.
There she is, glowing, incredible, mine.
Clear skies, dry bodies, drug money.
Clear skies, cicadas die, without warning.
I lost you, I found me.
Together with you, an endless haze.
The sun shines for no one.
Chained to myself, without a key.
Learning how to breathe, I fail.
I smile, I live, not enough.
Perfect score again, no substance, again.
She smiles my way, behind me.
Flowers bloom in the sun, radiating.
For us, I wait in rain.
Bladed against my fingers it stings.
Rusted blades singe my tongue, ow.
Bullets rain the sky, our creation.