Is There A Word For The World That’s Better, And Takes It Higher? I Can’t Cry Anything For You Now,

you should know by now what a liar i can be, with two fingers crossed and whispering to you goodnight and sweet dreams, while i resist sleep in favor of picturing what tomorrow's abrupt entrance may bring—

what strength the dusty wind will blow with, what color of light the radiant sun will shine, what striking songs the birds will choose to sing,

or whether this heaviness will still weigh my life's sins on my heart and my mind,

and, maybe, what words from you will greet, from behind a waking veil, these still-sleepy morn eyes;

everyday is a beautiful lamplight peaking into a darkened forest

Filling up forgotten chambers,

I hear, I see, I left it too soon

take off and leave white hazy plumes

Air’s been kissed with an infectious blue

-s’s.

La Vie en Or

Words are singing

down along the lines

I know, I see them jump across the interstate bridge I see life for what it is

Sunset is lonely and its

teasing the rivers

I know, I see light laid on top of the farms

I see life for what it's not

an orchestra of stars 

the strings start tuning. the

notes dance in disarray until 

they find their rhythm, and i 

raise my hands to direct the 

stars that blink in unison.

~K.T.

a fish in the lowest pond

dreams that only go on

With our sleep

in too deep

-s’s

A minor imposition I create, but I insist

it’s a habit that I can’t resist

what I believe to be true might haunt me one day with flaming glory

like a sun,

like one bright sun in front of me

the light of which drowns out the dreams I hide;

the dreams I might not have

ever discovered

-s’s.

since what went by was a lonely thing

and it never occurred to anybody

of what it could be and how it would leap

over there. over your head and into nothing

the abyss? is that nothing?

the cliffs? the subtle seas,

the long hard work days, the days when the sky is heavier

and it comes down to crush the rocks

the mountains too

I watch as they'd compress, it'd never occurred to anybody else

-s's.

If my heart had a say in my matters 

It would beat in a different way

Black car, stone steps, white windowpane, that never really mattered

White crewneck, black tar stains

I never look back on anything like I do on that day.

-s's.

there's a slope that i'd die on, after i fell hard,

voice of honey silk that wraps you in

I tried to get up, I couldn't have stopped,

but now I'm stranger than I ever was

things don't have to make sense,

these layers of batter and words

bake warmly in my oven-like mind:

the place that nobody else can pry open.

my innocent deviation configured beneath lonely lampposts

and desert gold mines

things don't have to make sense to be blessed with them,

obsessed with them

I just try to take my mind off of

anything as far as my eyes can see

and submerse in literal fiction, transverse these monotone layers I wished upon and failed in. Live in this dreamscape. Live through the soft ache

-s's.