Whistling to myself as I
Float on into a fire
Carry this for me a while
Rumbling as the chains do roll
An offering shall go
Love last breaths I give away
Evening cherishes mine name
Thunderstorm and rainclouds
Unearthed and saving gravity
Such lays ahead thou plan
Reighning in thy terror’s breath
Hallowed in contempt.
I want to feel your presence
In each perfect escape
Blood red fingernails painted
The same satin of your lips
And I’m falling onto my knees
With no choice to be other
Than I miss you all the time
So here I’ll watch you take
Each precious moment apart
Into another perfect thought.
I’m a lonely kind of poet
And that’s good by me
Singer and songwriting
Leaves me with a fright
Some kind atmosphere
Tenderness blithe
That’s social tonight.
I hope that you leave me again,
Leave me here to fall into me:
Mine then left on an empty table
Water stains here my heart.
Rolling in my hands stuck
Underneath my toes;
Veins circumnavigating and
Living in a song
With seven little notes
That skip each fourth
Unnecessary beat,
For each my silver lockets
Clasp a different heart
Weighing like a baby dove
With a scream of this sunrise.
My lingering resists death,
It coddles a beat
That speaks only in a muffled tongue
Wishing for a silence
Evening powerlines consume.
Can you collapse here?
My traces will not forgive thee,
They will not remember thee,
And too long ago now
They set thee onto a passenger train
Curling up into a ball
And rambling onward
With wishes
Of a recovering saint
Collapsing into relapse.
I knew a name that blew
Wind so cruel it knew
An answer every night
Sleepless I lay out of sight
Enchanters sang
Each silhouette climbed
So dust stung my eyes
Glistening not a surprise
Drifting words
A lone wolf and my song
And I, dusty evermore.
My notes have all gone to yellow
Ageless they ring mellow
A bangle precedes each thy name
Faint hope but nothing remains
A fool’s enchanted again
And the walls are alive.
She sailed away into the sea
Cold as darkness could ever be
In one hand a compass led her on
The other a dagger for those done wrong.
She cursed the air from time to time
Forgetting where she laid her locket
A secret of heart she dared not share
A lover who danced no more.
It happened in darkness, dead of night
When two white doves flew the nest
Softly did the dagger slip
Into the ribs of what dared her on.
Some nights as fever woke her up
Swaying in her seafaring hammock
She saw a vision: reminisce
A Good-by kiss slipped out her lips.
And so in darkness the North Sea Queen
Sail set down for evening dormant
Watched the full moon reflect longing
A name she called no more.
It is before midnight
And I am walking alone
Yet city lights
And drive bys
Keep me familiar company
In a foreign city
With indescript signs
In a tongue not known to me.
Did you hear?
Did you see?
Did the memory
Close it’s grip
Before the city
Ever slept?
In that moment the suitor realized
He had made a dire mistake
Misjudged an ear for kindness
A soul for humanness
Misunderstood dark gates
And silent patience
As partner to his own heart.
He lay there spent, exhausted
Given as if fire: burnt
Yet still she craved for more,
Yearned for more,
Asked for more, yelled for more,
Of which he had none left.
She reared her head like a wild stallion
Naked at the breast
Flushed with rage and rapid coldness
She grabbed her icy dagger
No choice but to accept the sentence;
Suitor was no more.
I have not remembered the promise we made each other
No, I have forgot it just like the sunset we watched
And the kiss – we never shared
I did not walk those streets with you
In a foreign villa of unending desires
It was not of my hand that wrote thee thy letter
No, that would have broken my heart
To watch you walk off into the day
Of another dream I did not have.
I have not remembered the promise we made each other
And I have not watched the same movie on repeat
I do not remember curling up with you
Under my grandmother’s knit afghan,
Every time I take to my bike
I do not think of the basket upon yours
Instead I ring my bell so loud
My knees they knock me free.