a list of things hell is

les autres
loiterers
malingerers
meandering
philandering
windmills,
tilling at
teleology
toiletries
tinctures
necessity
necrosis
meiosis
money
women
men
me

Winter

I hurt too much like soil erodes
when rivers desperately run by

and should I sense a bitter wind
I'll bend beneath it's breath.

But if I find you lost, my friend,
and should your heart ache,

I will be relentless love
until my body breaks.

memorial in grey

who knows what you felt
as those stars came down

perhaps rage over the infectious fire
that consumed your home and people

breathe and hope, brother,
father, and my beautiful son,

the terrible gallantry that demanded nothing
less than your life shall not steal your soul