Human Geology

There’s been darker nights,
But fewer colder.
An account of my life here
Mixed the good rocks with xenoliths
And terrible stones.
If you could pry
Them apart with tear
Shaped levers of experience,
You’d find a few fossils:
Icicles of sweat, bone and
A vein of imagined strength.
Where regret should be
Cement, a series of callous
Evenings holds it together.
Where the completion
Of love should ease the friction,
You find the slippery warmth
Of a girl instead.
The simple fractures can’t belie
The deeper wounds of weather and war.
The erosion will be evident
Deep beneath the stony surface.

About kevin

I work as an internet marketing manager in domestic (US) manufacturing, and blog about B2B web lead generation, CRMs, web analytics, and a little bit about affiliate marketing. I also am an avid Kayak Fisherman.