i am your transit

i am the one
in between times

i was here, always
when you were passing by

i forget, passing
doesn't mean stay

blog stalking

i found this amazing, amazing blog that went by a name like 'afternoon tea' and can't find it any more :(

ebb

the tide has turned again
we're walking backward

the wheel

it's time to do this again-
destroy
each other
with
each other

i'm the wonk in love

love
was meant for us
only
when we weren't present

during absences
it teaches
a little sense

during presence
it's almost
only visceral 

The Phoenix

Bangkok raises

itself

from the ashes

every time i fall

Sometimes

it's the whitewashed walls

of the hospital room

where i come back to life

At other times

it's the sky

reliving itself

on canal waters