Tom Reed's Blog

a dreamless state

a white world in this sun

the tendrils of night still come

i dream of touching smooth bark, my scratched hands sticky with honey-sap

you are unaffected by this my winter, & your leaves unfurl with verdant life, a monstrous joy under a sun i cannot see

i will lie under your shade, always & still

if i keep going out too far

i’ll fall further into the void

words are a thin sheet of ice

oh cat in my window, what do you see?

i see light, & flickers of movement

all outside, & far away

a mini murmuration

a mourning

a need

does anything

survive this?

these loud days, nights

filled with silver-wire tongues & 30 second lies

{ even though it turns lips twisting at times

unfind the electric

pull up your own pixellated daisy

these loud days, nights

the golden compact disc sun

{ spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & pins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & skins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spans & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spines & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & spins & stuns & spins & spins &

glittering upon your flittery fingers

flittering upon my glittery fingers

lingering upon our gingered stingers

pull up, unplug

find those dusty wings of yours & put them back on

{ oh yes it will hurt but it will heal

& the days will go quiet

& the nights will go quiet

& maybe then we can actually hear

mostly my friday night

is your monday morning

if there even exists

a weekend?

my hands are trees without leaves

dry wood rough, splintered

this is winter & warmth

this is the end of an endless rain

my hands are caught in the tangles & knots of my tight-wound heart

this is my twine caught with ivy dying

wrapped around my hands, these branches

curled & sharp, reaching to that distance, a past warmth in winter

a dry wood unknived

twine unravels in a forest of blurred time, night or day or in between

grabbing at the heavy heart, burning hands go unnoticed

my mind is leaves without trees

this is a lonely windless sky after the storm

my heart

my hands

i'll write something on this at some point!

here is where i be