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Poetry by Chris Miner, Spring & Summer 2017
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sometimes you just want to die
when you've been dead for months
or years already
and I can't remember August
or most of the Fall
and this winter's so long
I remember Iceland
I remember crying in bed
in a tiny blue room
in the middle of the snow
I remember laughing
and fireworks, bonfires, and brennivin
and I was kind because I was desperate
I wanted to live
and you were kind because it was safe
you had the numbers
and flowers die days before they wilt
a final act of beauty and deceit
and I've been fantasizing about all the wrong things
the highway, guns, and pills
I look up and see stars through the pines
but I'm lost
I forgot the ancient ways
stargazing is a pit
I need navigation
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Chris is a professional sound engineer living in the mountains of Northern California with his cat, Bella. He’s traveled the world a bit, he loves music, and sometimes makes it and releases it on his label, Mind Altering Records: http://www.mindalteringrecords.com