[ .the.working, on.the.dark.road. ]

[ .the.working,on.the.dark.road. ]

heading north, into the rain and wind, heading bound and buried, as the calling pulls, as the swelling is clearer, its ready in remix, the tape deck, switch out, switch on the haywire running, as the gravel gives way, and the cutting cutless fumes black clouds from its gutter mouth, and its hellfire redeyes, burning along the skirt edge,
of the black highway.


© Bryan McLean June 26, 2010
093/100:2 dƏmons

[ .caught.on, to.the.fall. ]

[ .caught.on,to.the.fall. ]

and in love, we fall, with serene surrendering, to seasons lost and conquered, contemplating all the little details, flowing in slow motion, as we catch our breath, we cup so close to breathe, autumn not far off, the leaves, all but ready,
to fall at your waiting touch.


© Bryan McLean June 25, 2010
092/100:2

[ .steady,cruise. ]

[ .steady,cruise. ]

steady as she goes, as twilight sparks, marking memories, salient sounding, as the late light cruises on, our out-calling tempest, atrophied in the painted skies, held high, your searching eyes, searching out the warning signs,
that marks the ending of the day.


© Bryan McLean June 24, 2010
091/100:2

[ .at.night,the.rain. ]

[ .at.night,the.rain. ]

my heart beats for you, my rain, my love, sloshing waters underneath my skin, the haunted footsteps, splashing down the hall and hark, marks the breathy wind outside, hushing your neck and nuzzle, as the raining march gets you further inside me, running down, running through all my parting hairs, all harrowed, are my ever loving lies, leaking through walls, my plaster, the touching fingers running cold, the rain all drumming, at the glass, beating frame and fracture, my heart beats for you.


© Bryan McLean June 23, 2010
090/100:2

[ .six.twenty.nine. ]

[ .six.twenty.nine. ]

six.twenty.nine. a.m. dotting the stitched lines in the pillow creases, the the crushing thunder starts me, starts the pulse of day, only marking the daylight, the breath of dawn, so unexpected, the lines run from eyelid and maw, as the dreams break in the streak of sun lined light, and are lost in the instant that birthed them.


© Bryan McLean June 22, 2010
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[ .words,enough. ]

[ .words,enough. ]

am strong enough, to hold the ocean, in spite of, the wearing way,
your laugh, still pulls, my insides out.


© Bryan McLean June 21, 2010
088/100:2

[ .leave.me,standing.here. ]

[ .leave.me,standing.here. ]

wheels are turning, words are churning, heavy on your mind, your mouth gone dry, when you try to say my name.. the context of this wake up is reminiscent of any break up, where you just don't want to move and its all happening in its own time, morning gone.


© Bryan McLean June 20, 2010
087/100:2