vignettes

 

vignettes

--how ice cracks having

tasted  the Jamieson's  

and lets itself out

to breathe

--how two days gone

into autumn and the sun is still

coming on strong, stronger

knowing the inevitable

loss

--how maybe what you saw

was a culmination toward

the denouement and was sent

falling falls still

inside of you

--how you bend to

see the majesty

and the allegation

of the debris

--how trained to scan

for curls of smoke coming up

through the vast canopies

one look away is 

decapitation

--how sometimes

its best to read things in order

of their arrival and other times

in order to survive

--how to be close to you

i took Klimpt's women

to my lips and sipped what was

--(and how

warm, how soon cooled 

as I closed my mouth

on you