Relationship 4

Accelerating while
stepping on the brakes.

B.F.M.

Affections Come then Go

Yesterday I climbed to the top branch of the everlasting oak. Today’s sorrow the branch breaks and I come tumbling down thwacked about by each branch I triumphed yesterday.

B.F.M.

She, Him, Them, It

Doubt: An anchor that drags across their sandy bottom towards a shoreline cliff.

B.F.M.

Catch & Release

The flawed tics of a clock are perfect in measure, like cold creek water slipping through cupped hands.

I once had a perfect moment: a train heard miles away, tiny sparrows chirping, no dumbbells squishing my brain. Then like a slap to my head, I looked up and saw a 747 landing with its 747 anxious passages waiting to get off. 

It's the same way love turns into a dagger or yesterday's beauty veers tragic locked in a cage plucking out its own feathers.

B.F.M.