Too many words unsaid

There are too many words unsaid,
too many worlds between.
A balance unseen, exposed
annoyed.
I cleaned shit, I left your bed unclean.
The warm cat took priority.
Our priorities are differenter than they should be.
Where
I feel you blame me
for life
Maybe I was a child too.

Create me

Touch the sky to my arm
raise the fine hairs
to the electricity of the beating
somewhere there are drums to follow
beats to bear
a path to take us there.

Touch the path with Windigo
and there he lies
solid and cold
no breath in his skin
those antlers have driven out the parts
that made the within.

Don't look behind you
you might find a sorrow
you missed the first time somehow
where silence meets the lightning
and no grass grows.

Smellling the wind

There is a girl living in my back yard,
She fits with the pomagranates and tall grasses in her tent.
My house is full of boys and life and peace too.
What more?
Red gowns, glitter blacks
sunset beaches and coconut trees
But adventure here is
a new Indian restaurant
finding new tastes
lamb currie and kokopeli in the wind
what is this what is that
Adventure here is
a new class, learning new things
because even with red gowns
and sunset beaches
I would be restless seeking another adventure.
My face is to the wind
and I can smell change.