Memories have begun to leave holes
I dare not fill,
I dare not plug for fear
Night’s sky should wash
Over my visage with a mirage
I could not grasp,
Though searching I should be.
And yet I sit amidst
This abandonned students desk,
My knees hitting a cold metal bar
That reminds me
I am only here a short while.
Month: January 2016
Free (day 1686)
I’m a bad accident,
You were never meant
To lean into me.
You laid out your blueish veins
And fed everything into me.
Holy, make me free.
Holy, make me free.
You’ll never guess my heart alive,
A system slowly diving
And leaving trails as
Little fetters heave
And break away.
Holy, come and make me free.
Holy, make me free again.
Follow Me (day 1685)
Don’t follow me
I am not feeling good.
I am not yet alive,
I am still feeling dead.
You gave your heart to me,
In a better time I
Had my heart alive,
Had my head held high.
Who is my glow out there?
A beacon lost at sea,
An ember fading fast,
A whisper, died at last.
One Armed Row (day 1684)
Night’s fog had rolled on in
Long voyage to harbour – land ho!
Land at last for this ragged show.
Three fog horns led our fearless captain –
A man too honest for sailor’s gin,
All the way to One Armed Row.
Choicest of ales, where great seamen go,
And also toiled our captain’s sin.
She smiled at all who crossed the hearth:
Fodder for jealous types stuck out in open sea;
Mirth for all at One Armed Row.
Our captain, pure soil of the earth,
Led his men, each as anxious as he
To find what seeds they each could sow.
Steam (day 1683)
All that’s left is a silhouette
Screaming out in bursts of steam,
Each echo, forever damped.
Each heartbeat, forever cold
And solemnly lifting this black trailing gown
Lightly off Lucifer’s cold ground,
Frozen unevenly like ghastly daggers
So elegantly strapped
To my heaving chest in triumph.
And so fades thy vision.
Disguises (day 1682)
When it was ok,
When it was our way,
When it was everything on time,
I had my letters
Upon my tongue
Set to help out
As everything’s alive.
Can you blame me
With such memory,
And now everything’s in disguise.
Brief Thief (day 1681)
I’ve lost the arrows
That once pierced my thickened skin.
I was napping under
A big elm tree
As lazy bees buzzed about,
And I heard no thief
Sneak up along me, but brief.
Dress Shoes That Don’t Fit Properly (day 1680)
Lightly stepping
Digging
Height adjustment
Yearn (day 1679)
That burn
That yearns
And feels so real
As it scrapes
The back sides
Of my eyelids,
Reminding me
There is lots
Left to do.
Great White Horse (day 1678)
Before I was lost
I once was a castle,
Strong and alive
Bitter and sweet.
But then a great white horse
Came and captured my soul
Lessons I’ve learned
I’ve gone and I’ve come
I’ve never been misplaced
I’ve always been free.
I wasn’t alone mom,
I wasn’t alone.
Give and you take
You live and you break.
You always make good
The word you’ve laid down
Cause come at the end
It’s you against the world.