Piscarius Poetry

sold some skis, first time
hopefully she skis them well
yup, k2 98’

solemn orange light

seeps through your door-sleepless night

my heart sighs, What if?

My ears ring with cold
Clouds move in, to shield the view
Of Black Mountain crags

Your fingernail moon in
a tiger like striated horizon
arrives
as a trance
&
teases your
Existance

climber arms of chemical lust
ages play out
a scenerio of chance
is delt to us
&
forbids our
Existance

crazy allure of mix and matches
my water, your fire
create playful stashes
but with your boyish stance
&
you deny my
Existance

who wins love’s game
of winner takes all shame?
but the chocolate dog
who sleeps and pants
&
is pure honor in
Existance

red leaves imprinting

fall cement watercolors

trilobytes of now

i taste the ocean

in my tears of longing pain

do you taste salt too?

“here let me help you”
as she unzipped his wetsuit
exposing his … lats

—xojk

my breath carries your
name, Mathew across the Wasatch
rock to rock, I run

-xOxOxO-jenn

as i
sit in
my sea
of
sand

&

you in your
sound

my heart
wonders
the terrain

in between

being guided by
the
seirenes’ song

-xojk

I hurt for days
I cry on skis
I cry on the bike
I cry running on the trail
I cry in the shower
I cry while knitting
I cry at work
I cry on the bus
I cry

Long Boards
Kids
I laugh