The sun shone in

The beams'd hit the hardwood floor

The dust danced upwards as 

the curtains would sway.

My hips in your hands

My breath on your cheek

The year wasted away;

A whirlpool twirled down the drain

like a bad batch of milk

on a summer day.

ec

I rub my eyes

often, 

and they're red.

They sting in the mornings when 

I wake.

The sun comes up

and she holds me for a while

and then she drops

slowly

and I forget what it was like

to have her 'round.

e.c.

it's not the same,
it never will be.
driving around this town,
there's nowhere left to go.

Like the chord of c
tender.
Like the midnight breeze

cool.

We danced
and you sang a silly song
in a voice, you'd only ever gave to me.


E.

I remember
the sounds in your chest.

I remember

the sounds from your stomach.

I'd lay
resting my head on you somehow.
You'd laugh, (or exhale, I was never sure)
I never knew if it was something funny
you were reading
or just the sound of a sigh.

I'd think about each breath in and each breath out
and each beat
that you heart'd stretch for.

e.c

For the hundredth time,
I waited outside.
I sat underneath the dangling chestnut tree.

I wore a dress so white,
it told the sun to make my skin glow.
The air smelled sweet.

The sounds of the town

(muted from the moisture in the air),
went on droning in the distance
like a thick summer syrup
dripping
slowly from the sky.

And just in time,
before the heavy rains fell,
we rode our bicycles
through the tall green grasses.

They swished
as we wheeled along,
putting on a little dance
for the next passerby.

e.c

I can hear the horns
way out in the distance.

With the wind,
they whistle.

They sing to me
a warning,

like a loud, dancing, dream.

They, the intuition beaming
from the shore.

I'm lost at sea
and they're calling for me.

Hum hum tee hum hum

tee he.

-e.c

It's nearing spring
not quite,
but close.

The old vinyl plays,
it spins like the stories in my head;
Like the memories fading in and out

again

and again.

A slight distortion from the specks
of dust,

from time.

I dream of you,
I've always dreamt of you
before I even knew you
I dreamt of you.


e.c

There was once a weight

to my step, in my soul

a grounding; my ankles to the soil. 

It's gone now,

as I float. 

Like a puppet, swimming.

Wondering where, 

to whom, I'll hold onto

next. 

The way the wind

catches the trees, the way it

lingers over a sturdy branch

too long, 

uprooting its tendons

from the earth.

And for what?

Alas, another fleeting 

moment of warmth.

Watch it, 

slowly chilling, 

like my breath in the winter

air. 

E. 

I walked in love with every step of
everyday
of each hour, I knew you.

And when you left,
I walked around, with love, to each
of your belongings
and asked them to hold you
as close, as delicately,
as I did for all those years.

How great a gift
to feel at all.

e.

Fear, we felt,
as the days drifted
through the rapids
spinning down, down, down...

Led to the sea, eventually
Where the salmon not yet bloody
Where the mist impresses
Where the sound of the whale
the same as a tick-tock of the clock.
Where the soul takes its first breath
And where the light of our eyes dim finitely.

For a moment,
Our freedom reveled in it's own
light.

e.

Swimming from one side
to the other

A ballad played softly,
from the house next door

The pool,
cold, but
warm enough to drown in,
was filled high from the summer
rain

My fingertips ran against the floor,
while bottle-caps rusted

The bugs made of lightning
danced in the rays of a worn
out sun,
and like I,
seemed ready to nap

-e

Swollen from the night
and stiff from the drive
I roam wildly.
Hunting;
drafting a story so worthy,
so epic and true.
A story so wholly mine.


EC

Magnificently manufactured,
the salt and the sea.
Soil so sweet,
the rhododendrons gone creep.
And through all tiny cracks that be linin' the street
a small parade of color,
a small act of fleet.

e.

"As of Late or, The Hypothetical Hypothesis of Love"

I watch your
knobby knees
Stained
from the glassy green grass
From the morning dew,
Dangle

and

I'd just prefer that
I lay here
upside down with you.
Maybe glance once or twice
at the floor,
while the world
bubbles, boils,
buries itself;
while the ashes pour,
my dear.


EC

Dissolution or An Ode to the New Times

Rumbling of robotics,

No whistle in the air.

Rigid and cold,

like the last snow.

Green eyed,

changed.

Running through the

Quiet quiet streets,

As fast as we can.

A gown
in the corner
bunched up
on top
the tiled floor,
and its glorious rise
when light
seeped out
from every fold;
leaving
the faintest musk
from a morning
long, long
before.

e.campagna

Way out,

past the pier

past the sphere

and the big black tears that

stream down

is a 

don't I/do I;

dare say it...

hollowed out hole,

dug deep

in through and past 

the roots of the unknown

for me and for you. 

ec

And as

they broke every bone;

a few (just a 

flashing before

his eyes)

none but

a few

pale moments;

memories

left to their respective

homes.

But with a toast
to the two,
comes a tightening
of heart;
a silent curve of the lip,
and one
eye on the
clock.

e.c