I thought I changed
Drove another path
Cleared my saving way
But there I was again
Still had my favourite hand
Clasping with a firm grip
A hidden gem, softly
Growing from my wicked mind
And flew another dove
So I made a friend.
Month: November 2017
Around the Universe Café (day 2375)
Let me hear
Some deeper blues
I’m going home
Inside a song
Louder please
Move me along
Medicine and
Bottle necks
Perfect Escape/Thought (day 2374)
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.
Social Water Stains (day 2373)
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.
Sunrise (day 2372)
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.
Zombie Café (day 2371)
Amidst the forest
Of Mae Rim
Nestled deep within
Zombie Café
Secret haven
Retreat to play
Tree house kingdom
Phu Thaya Coffee (day 2370)
I sit here with my Americano
Growing fonder by the minute
Of koi fish swimming
Water trickling
Even a rusty old bike!
And a cat with a sweater
In this open air haven
Found, at last, I’m home.
Camouflage (day 2369)
Saved again
I ran away
Took my heart
With me to stay
Flogged by dust
Run by dogs
Hit a wall
Camouflage
Relapse Saint (day 2368)
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.
Jojo Smoothie (day 2367)
A place I head to
Every day
To see my friend
Named Korn,
Who blends me up
A smoothie that
Makes me
So happy to see.
