threads of December

the apple. 

darkness of biting 
the moorish memory 
of enveloped elephants

those times, those minds
when you hated yourself .
the misery of magic not paved

the broken trapeze 
and washed up lake

you wake up in the desert of 
divinity only to find 
someone else drank all 
of yesterday's milk 

forgive the fathers, 
     release the sins


john. 

the good boy 
the sad boy
the curious boy 
the boy i loved 
the boy i had 
the boy i wished away 
the boy i listened to 
the boy i kissed 
the who told me to go away 




the job, the sea
the misery 


the sea, the misery 
the job