Your undress peels me back,
It ignites surreal aspects
Of serene daybreaks
That freeze whirlwinds
And strangling tempests.
Yet here I stare;
Perched upon grace’s edge,
Upon worn branches
Of a thunderstruck nevermore,
Straddling time
And weighing options.
It’s no longer a crazy game
Of hand feeding hand.
Lust is not lost and
Games never end.
But look, it’s midnight.
My eyes have become swollen
With misery and trying,
And I’m loosing the edges
Of my bitter plan
For tomorrow.
I never hoped for you,
I never crossed my fingers
And bled questions into my
Well worn Tarot cards.
Here I was lost.
No. Here I wasn’t lost,
But it was here that
I began to remember
Who had soiled these sheets
With kindness and piss.
I cannot discover pleasure
Lurking behind bass cabinets.
I cannot look any longer
Into the abyss of your eyes.
I once was a whisper.
A long line of tentative
Lisping my way forth.
Faithful but no-one,
Carrying on.
So you can stop your crying,
Stop your denying,
Stop, because: forever
Never ends.
It’s easy to forget
– Early in the morning –
That once I never knew you.
Trying to remember;
Days I’ve left behind.
And your moon shakes my mind.
Your eyes in this moonlight
Keep reminding me of home.
Warm nights and a younger I
Filled with dreams
Absent far too long.
It’s hard to understand
How no one feels like you do,
No lucky card or future expressions.
Just diamond eyes and good luck charms,
Sweet smelling dew drops.
I still remember when we first met,
I’ll be going there tonight.
I remember how you came down
To lift my eyes like a sweet song
And you said: “No, no, don’t stay away long.”
How do you tell the woman you love
That the woman you love is the end of it all.
Let light fall inside until I unwind again.
To be saved from depths
Is the clock I sew with my head down low.
Take wind in my soul.
Take wine like my mind –
Sweeping words of my soul.
It’s the end of my song
And I’m madly in love.
It’s time to say goodbye?
Last pages written and I’ve pushed
Words like a two o’clock cigarette.
How do you tell the woman you love
That the fire is burning bright and my mind.
I’ve discovered a vixen
That wears death for flair.
She screams murder in the morning
And lifts weights with far off eyes.
I don’t care if you’re death
– Taxi waiting for a surprise –
I don’t care if you’re angling,
For mystery surprises me.
When leftover bottles
Start to yell “Yellow,” and my name,
I take offense to my obituaries
Scribed middle stanza.
I don’t care if you’re death
– Taxi waiting for a surprise –
I don’t care if you’re angling,
For mystery surprises me.
And late night as I’m wandering
Your plans flicker through my mind,
I’m leftover and gangrene
Slithering naked on the floor.
I am not a death trap,
I am an endless vortex
Of time wasting progress bars
Directing my attention left to right
Like I’m some kind of retro hippy
Looking for the signs.
I’m not a slow moving timeline,
I’m updated frequently;
Moving like a well oiled dance floor.
This is not death.
This is running.
Importing.
And I’m waiting.
I bend,
For your wave
Helps me
As I
Whisper dreams
Wretched though my soul be crying,
I’ve shon like the winter.
In an ice glow December
Show me a ghost
And I’ll bring blasts fury.
