compulsions

fingers gripping
fjeld scrub grey
crawling away from
hooks and binds
trying to drag me
back to zombie

wasted

sad movie
heavy heart
a lifetime
thrown away

frost growing
from my nostrils--
how awkward

under midsummer's sun
do you recall
the warmth falling
across your face?

winds painted
blood fingerprints
grey stone

i pick a thread
from the webbing
between my fingers
draw it out and
become unraveled
forgetting how
to sew

dream kissing you
in the rain is a
secret i keep
buried deep
inside

if i withdraw
far enough can
someone promise
i will wake in
a pine forest
on a snowy night
trapped in a single
streetlamp's
glow?

a hammer striking
sparks into the dark
my steel skull shatters
with each pine tree pop
in january deep freeze

sitting down with a ghost
we chat about the old days
before he brushes past
and fades to memory

simulation running...
simulation running...
simulation runn--