pixelated

we make boxes, boxes
frames of color
snap it now, trap it forever
we take this moment
in it's 3-dimensional glory
and force it into a vague
2-dimensional story

once, twice
blinding bright
to memorize your face
i'm combining action
and macro
for a lightning fast personal view

unable

1. it's cold here

i thought you should know
unaccustomed to such cheer
contrasted with such bleakness

my toes can barely move

i won't finish knitting the mittens
perhaps the warm scarf
a forest green
tweed
full of softness and
just a young love

it's the loneliness of winter

he sat in his basement
dealt with his emotions
for 5 cents, i solved them

2. quite unbelieving
tears full of bitter, salty
unacceptedly

clear

wide open
skies
and stars
unadorned

open
free
silk night

level
for miles
clear
free

home

to lay down
and accept
stars