oregon

The flames off the coast are blown inland
by seafaring winds.
Shadows thrown by towering columns 
of raging heat
cover the clean earth in layers.
An early snow.

The desert hills bake
in flat sunlight
veiled by an unbroken haze.
A new sky,
particles of creature corpse
melting the horizon.

 

bugss

NY

YWP Alumni

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  • By bugss

    Bicycle

    We ride our bikes into the brush 
    flying effortlessly down winding thin roads
    endlessly searching and reaching for that next breath
    that next grace 
    to lift the weight of gravel inside our stomachs
  • By bugss

    catharsis

    i am trapped in that broken state of consciousness
    between sleep and wake
    where the rest and rem comes from a deeper sort of aching need 
    fullfilled
    in the early hours of time

    branches shift against your window,
  • By bugss

    apology

    i think it was your brother
    that told me
    how you nearly killed yourself

    but i spent a while 
    hidden in the knowledge
    of your pain
    as if i could have somehow known
    before he told me