Watch Clocks

If watch clocks could count the times 
Of short fuses with long tempers..
Its gears of aggression would stick in place 
Without the wisdom of its restoration. 
And if time moved its seconds, 

Would it second-guess its death when it knows it's turning? 

In its bemoaning fields of missing sound, dreaming you into stagnancy.

A wisp hissed its killing calm 

In the womb-woven ears of evenings charm. 

Splitting vessels in the distance 

Pressing focus with commitment 

Seeing what was heard in the stars. 

As snowcapped droplets, 

You fell to the engendering place that held my missives. 

On the good days, I feel immense rage, 

On the others, indifference. 

Through twilight megabursts and solar fluctuations 

What was whispered would pass, as all things. 

My body, in fever 
Breathless as the river 
The grass eats what remains 
Beneath logic's restraint 
A fragrant phantom face 
Following the hole from a shell, I shape
Empty as the hours in a day.

Touching fingers speak more softly 
Than the bodies convulsing 
The pushing, the pulling,
The wanting, the longing,
The message, the presence,
The needing, now nothing. 

As vast as the sky 
A remedial thought 
Burning alive 
Between a blink and its pace 
Nil notching tomorrow 
While fucking today. 

Love, brings more pain to me 

In the middle of the night.

I would turn and walk away 

Apathetic and with spite. 

Knowing that the hands of Death 

Given to the plant, 

Are those same gambling hands 

Going back into the land. 

I find a happiness in that...

Witnessing nature still live, 

While taking still life..

Continuing growth while the others subside. 

I guess I believe in Vengeance.

As both feelings with time,

Started off with a bang.