Thoughts of You in Banff

I can see you

in the reflections

of mountains

so crisp

and gently laid

against these emerald

glacial lakes.

Coming back

through the rain
does little
to wash away
your sorrow

or

to soften
the edges
of a jagged
mind.

A deep sigh

The bottle you once
gripped so tight
dislodges
from between
your legs
and rolls away.

Epistemology

From my bed I hear
the screaming of rabbits
murdered in the night.

Although I never hear
your screams,
I know that they are there.

She falls into bed
like cement.

We carry our disagreements

down along a spiral staircase

and bury them among the dead.

When the bones of our past have risen,

we will know its time to part again.

A tangle of living

A young man brushes past simplicity

and sighs.

Beyond the grainy chips of skull,

the dents of having loved remain.

In the bronze factory of my mind,

the girls are all dipped in liquid strawberry.

Oh dissertation... please write yourself