the smell of cinder ash in the morning, from my mother

burning documents in the yard and the dog stands there

listening to an unknown piano.

the day sharp and cold, bright, the day energized by daggers,

by falling leaves, blowing dirt, the last hope of fruit before

it freezes, blankets, fur, warmth-

take everything-i don't want it,

with regards:

undercover cops

sunglasses

knifes & pipes

the ocean

whiskey

getting wet in the middle of the night,

to become a shivering mess. 

with pains:

catching the afternoon diamond show,

on the loft wall

in the downstairs kitchen

An orchid moves nearer the sun

in the upstairs bathroom,

residue of desire, dreams, hate, self loathing, Admiration, caricature & love

scribbled on the doorframe

so,

shining riches adorn the walls,

ready for a thief

in the rose chest

memories,

smells like stains of comfort & safety

rocking chair

anniversary gifts of tears and kisses,

I remember hearing laughter in the common room

when i was faking sleep

when i was nine.