[Split]

there is a softness to uncertainty. elegant grace.
tell it to stay, it fits honesty perfectly. Florida breeze,
caught in the surf with me. waving palms align.
a shaky mess in mind that keeps me tied in a hammock of lifelines.
wake up. safety net of cobwebs. Atlantic eyes- never spoke, only read.
pacing promise. Panic undefined, the steep slippery slope of dread,
the falling man gives the rope a nod before his hope rests.
open my mind to closed doors, prod and poke,
focus on finding out if I'm an awkward bloke.
folk lore, doctored notes, post mortem walks with ghosts.
fists clench, sixth sense, grave gropes. a flock of ravens on phone lines,
talking cases of accidental overdose. coastlines. peering predicates from pages,
god's sentiments revering post-it notes, pessimist fears praises
woke. live organs open, dressed in liquor coatings. Yet...
I'm sorting frozen breath from death's smoky foxus-
all regrets. im nostalgic in key strokes, not a poet.
afraid to end every line I ever wrote in case she toes it.