i am rising like magma, ancient yet at the same time brand-new i can't believe that i was still here, all along - i am tapping on my keyboard once again, yearning to dust off nylon strings and burn through the skin on my fingertips, warm my vocal chords, dip a paint brush into the brightest orange you've ever seen and let decade-old soundwaves bless my ears i'll believe that dormancy isn't in my nature but i am awakening, i am stretching out my molten limbs, and i cannot wait to taste the ash
the fatal attraction of civil mysticism and the ingenuity of the perfect aspect ratio fit me into my corner so I could cube myself and bloom under pressure never ending as expected new cubbyholes to place in my belly filled with grief and relief for the mes no one wants to see.
i will admit my love dried on the back of a searching star who watched her god shatter his teeth on the mountainside of his favorite creation - killed by the weight of all burden breeding beneath his summit. innocence; the autobiography of a deity sworn to silence in a sky of muted love.
hand in haunt, we sink
stranded by the beach, gaunt.
grander than the things lost
to shipwrecks.
please walk
this reef again, i'm in
too many drinks to keep
steady. sheets ready,
raise and let us keep
our direction.
if there is speech
light enough to float, mention
to the universe: we need
this dimension.
Humid Sunrise All White (Dialogue of a Bush Walk) by TristanCody, journal
Humid Sunrise All White (Dialogue of a Bush Walk)
Visiting the green expanse of Australia and New Zealand on my honeymoon. I see the lack of care we take in America to preserve the greatness that is nature. Let’s dance and sing to that which we gain, our modern gods.
Enjoy the poem:
The bushfire talks
and bishops dance.
The building walks
and business stands.
This circle
of absolute
gain
weighs heavy
as all branches
feel them
break.
so now
I must examine
this dearth
burrow beneath
expand
and contract
in caverns
unexplored
wearisome
and un-
wanted
fragments exposed
I am an old life
shifted
I love
unloved
an apparition
would you miss my repetition
would you miss my repetition
would you miss my repetition
would you miss my repetition