Orl Spell

It's swimming like water is under
when let go the sadness is slow
when feeling is without a tether
it's holding when all that you know

Each day the dead patch gets larger
as closer the days to you grow
when leaving is always the answer
it's holding when all that you know

Sepia Mind

Days when the sun

cannot get through

Hours when the music

holds nothing more

than distance

Minutes that stretch

seconds behind

my sleep

///

her voice wisp hums

his tenor turns cruel

her mixed tape caught

his hands unusual

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Nights when the dark

eddies in the slough

Ours was the music

holding something born

then distant

Minus the strength

the sepia mind

I keep

Cool In Its Right Time

These, but not those. This, but not yours.
Your patience withers under the sun.

Houses windows mute, but the summer of motors thrums.
Loaded in the nightlawn is a surprise.
--
Steel. Stolen. Hidden all this time along
the course of the stream in green and silver flashes.

Of course I want it, but cool in its right time
under the enigmatic star's bared breast.