October 28th.

Sometimes the stars decide

To reflect in puddles in the dirt;

Cold.

The earth crouched down

As the sky closed in

Sealing up the edges of the horizon in gray

Blurred windows, crying trees

Flatness stretched its fingers into the night

And they found no difference of color when they awoke

The light had erupted;

The clouds had ignited.

Now the floodwaters rose

And they called it a day.

The rain was mocking her denial of tears

They slammed the heavy doors and he sank behind the wheel

A quiet victory

She put on a song and found something strange:

Rest.

She was the only girl he knew

Who could fall asleep to punk rock

Now her head was drifting down

Her eyes falling shut

He found her by the window in her dream 

Chill.

Why can't I sleep

There's a chill under my blanket

And on the road home

Through the red lenses of my sunglasses

Leaves catch fire and tumble across the street

My arms drown in sleeves

Why must we fall?

Return.

I hear the night wind

Something carried within the wind

A voice comes within it

A voice like my own

But loved

And telling me I am loved -

My thoughts are in pieces

They are pieces, complete, full, smiling

They are in uncharted places 

They are in the most familiar home

A poet of incoherence

A poet - I am here;

I do not need to touch

I do not need to feel

It is real