walking the dog
in
knee-high
golashes
and
frozen tears.

last night.

last night took

one year.
and
four months.
and
ten days.

and

it was the most amazing night of my existence.

sometimes i feel like i am Ophelia.
about to climb the weeping willow.



and fall silent in the brook,
among rings of flowers.

incapable of my own distress.

it's snowing at the alamo.
under the vertical jade.

and

catharsis has many meanings.
in different minds.
in different shadows.
of the last half-year.

everything inside me.

wonders about all of those unchecked items on our list.

sleeping puppies rule the world.

dylan sleeps with his eyes open.

then kicks me when i wake him up.

To-do

colliding thoughts.
cover the streets of kew gardens.

our love meets half way.
*crash*
and rains down upon the tudor rooftops.