Where you live

There's a bridge
where you live

I watch trees melt like
distant dreams I don't
remember anymore
see them twist and shake
dropping pine like
a rug full of dust
all the things
I left alone too long
let settle and fade

There's a bridge
where you live

for every twelve minutes you lose
I'll be thinking of
rushed tickets on trains to nowhere
rust-rimmed boats we rowed hopeful
dust-filled eyes streaming silver
dropping dimes, flooding rivers
so know that every day
I've tried
to re-invent my bones
only to
wake up at four am
broken,
wishing these moments
had souls of their own
and could whisper woven rope
braided strands of naive hope
through to your ear-drum
slow echo would rest on your pillow
you'd remember every breath of
rain, wheezing wooden planks
we would walk , softly talk
erase our worries like chalk

Glass breaks
stairs shake
you're up in flames

how could you burn
your mother's house
to the ground?

here, where it's flat
I can see it all plainly,
the sky opened up
and even the night
glistens and sings

inevitable blue


There's a bridge
where you live