Clash

And when we are
just laying here before
or after what we
do do best there’s
this silence it’s the
same not heard emptiness
as that moment just
before or recently after
the clash of hordes
of men intent on
the defending or taking
of what’s rightfully theirs
one brings hope and
the other lays waste
but it’s the silence
the gap where the
image of triumph or
defeat and not the
in-between that excites men
and it excites us

Of

I get tired of 
I have grown weary
of that verb of
it’s such a burden
of such a weight
it is not that
that is a thing
a story or secret
or something as entertaining
but it’s the of
it’s the energy really
that this of requires
it’s like do I
really want to say
all that follows of

OnePlace

I imagine you here
here where you’ve been
but now your space
out there lies empty
it’s always out there
where I notice you
not there or here
where I am but
I know one place
you will always be
it’s that one place
no one ever sees

BackForth

We always double back 
you and I do
we always seem to
find some reason to
whether good or bad
we seem to be
the gum or paper
on the shoe bottom
stepped into maybe unseen
but always under foot
you say you do
I know that I
find you in places
you have never been
a mirage you appear
as though you should
be there with me
but you never are
so back we come
and away we go
me being the tide
and you the beach

OkaySo

Okay so 
I’m drunk
big deal
This I
know fuck
fuck that
this shot
shit sho
shit sho
wtf will
reach someone
just love
despite everything
despite booze
and alcohol
just love
because really
what else
is ever