Winds like giant breaths
spoke life into the dead
with a chilling verse.
This was a night
to reanimate

There it is again,
that weird, translucent
awareness suddenly felt when
sitting directly opposite from som
in a small, non-intimate room.

Stooping low to face the gentle wa
that drifted under my influence.
Heard these waters held sickness t
and a simple drink taught desponde
A hidden path felt through the unc

It is a good thing
to have words
melted at the sunset.
Beyond sense,
sybaritic,

Here’s the bet.
What’s a blind?
Pass the pretzels bro.
I’ve never had this beer before.
Have these cards been shuffled?

And the others withhold
experience
from me.
So that I sit,
and stare,

The rain wanted to fight me.
Pouring down to become pines and n
splashing upwards,
dropping down with mock-unison
into the now flooded sidewalk.

I remember the tired streetlights
that emitted their hazy glow,
discoloring the grass in the park.
I remember the playful screams
of my fast rambunctious friends,

There’s a little bit of blood
on my breathe.
My blood,
breathing,
within vitality

The feeling came again.
Love or Lust?
Neither I hope,
I hate writing of love.
It invokes a powerlessness