3Ts

1) talk

2) tears

3)  TIME

the template was destined to be wrong.

It took me decades to see why.

history of mistakes added up to delusion

alien failures became domestic madness

3T

1) Talk

2) Tears

I am made of ocean breeze and sea spray,

a sliver of eternal mutability at heart,

I’m the erratic riptide on rocks of fire,

The Three Ts

1)

Talk – 

is the rustling leaves in the soft wind,

in the whisper of sheets in the nooks of blue

is the nightly cricket’s song for fireflies,

numb

is a hotel room I have no memory of

is a layer of discarded skin and dust

is a patched-up-river of cut movement

is my daydream sewed together into

something comprehensible and real

more genuine and true than the actual day