It’s easier to see the misfortune
in the offerings of the usually extended hand
Over the opportunity.
- To choose the same stone
- In a field of dumb rubble
- Is old lunacy.
I’m the one jumping.
From tomorrows Inlander
“Ian Miles: a guy that’s been appearing more and more around Spokane stages sings, screams, pleads and talks as he plays. It makes him far-more than just a folk singer; Miles is all emotion in his music forcing him to make music that is dejected and pissed in the very best way.”
-Leah Sottile
Where the river meets the sea
And the silt sifts out the salt
Here where each molecule faces sentence.
A test by the hand of God
An iron-curtain filter
Here where Lot’s wife found herself a column.
Down in this pitiless point
The vein is split and will run.
Blood for the cure or blood for the cancer.
I once threw stones in that house
While delicate doctors dug.
My dad died and I chewed my knuckles raw.
I saw him the night before
The sky I saw was empty
Only Black spinal-serpents writhed inside.
(Source: another-death, via someghostsarewomen)
Priorities are best expressed through action.
Xanax however, speaks louder.
Cut length-wise or cross-wise
Bank to bank or down the stream
It’s easy to see something worth hiding from.
Into morning
Again.
Nary a wish birthed the sun.
(Source: gozerthegod)
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