frosty patrol
I miss the truth before it bent to bless.
A shadow blurred in borrowed time’s caress.
I grew up Alice, fell through fractured glass,
And mourned the present, knowing it won’t last.
I bled in blue, then burned in red,
All from something you once said:
I get it now.
We ran like noise,
Down to the beach where silence broke,
Where laughter cracked and sea foam spoke.
Names were shed.
Skins grew thin.
Letters spiraled deep within:
D A M E H
E H A D M
A H M * D
It meant something.
Then it didn’t.
Then it freed me.
I wish I’d left that store first.
Instead I stayed and made it worse.
Summer passed in winded bliss.
Winter came and stole the kiss.
Now silence is the only guest.
You, cold and bold, outlived the rest.
You loved the water. You loved to teach.
Now I drown in what you preached.
I wish I’d left before the night.
This place has dimmed. It’s lost its fight.
The fire died. The ache moved in.
I move slower in my skin.
They say your name like it still means.
I scoff. You’re smoke behind the scenes.
One of us lied. You’d love the show.
I liked the book. You’ll never know.
When you’re a son, they shut you out.
No warning signs. No room for doubt.
So when I walk that same old shore,
I do not reach for what came before.
I touch the past, then let it be.
That still feels like betrayal to me.
warm coyote
undone shuttle