Words

they come crumbling off the pages

spilling more than what I can hold

forming puddles of reflected light

that splash out into the receding memory

of your flight.

leave no trace in the wind, nor in the

breath of the lover left to revel in his

all too heart wrenching, solitary existence

bereft of encircling arms and comforting hollows

of warm flesh, that could speak to him in even

the deepest sleep of the darkest nights.

come unasked for, like you. A pulse that quickens

with every premeditated typographic flourish of

your everyday babble, can only take me so far as the edge.

And then there's a slight push, that comes gently

from a gaze that flickers with the afterglow of electric

backlight, that I can't see but imagine, till it awakens

a response.

possess moments with startling vengeance, hiding

them from us in layers of glorious, seductive, infinitely

murky possibilities and we succumb like the

house of cards we are, destined to grovel

at their feet until we may utter them no more.

Between your conscience and mine

lies bare the deluge of soiled clothes and karma.

Sunbathing in the light

of coldblooded sin, pleading

guilty of love and nothing less,

truculence as addictive as soap operas,

I spread my legs and you, your bashful acceptance.

My psycho heart etc. etc.

Our scars match, visible or not. Physical reality's as overrated as any other pseudo interests we may have. And we forget where our loyalties lie. We forget so soon.

i.

A broken piece of a song walks inside of you

And it's made a secret place for itself

Hazy sorrow and quiet longing

You're filled with autumn leaves and glass beads

That flow away with the winter rain.

ii.

She lies uncoiled, awaiting luck

And other fickle friends

A dark night flooding red

She embraces, with an unpoised charm

That ruined many a heart.

He's quiet for the most part

Indulgent to a point

But not reckless like you'd want men to be

And there's that little painsizedhole

That she's always trying to not see

But watches wearily anyway.

And she's downed a far too many

Not knowing what to say

Green bottles stacked against the wall

The paint's peeling off her face

But she's only thinking of his gentle ways.

And he knows what she's remembering

The halfdreamhalfreal vision from past morning

Cos he reads her like she's the God's book

Every line on her face that she's so desperate to hide

He reads her like she's the book divine.

But there's only so much to tell

Before ghosts reappear and seize everything back

She needs an obsession new

And he's far too tired to pursue.

So before he could make a plausible excuse

She takes the knife and plows it through.

And redstainedcarpets are a bother enough

Without a body to haul and a heart to rip off

So he quietly picks himself up

Takes not a single image to remember

And walks himself out with a cat in tow.

iii.

And any other night we'd all be asleep

Dreaming of hippie littered beaches

And black shiny rainbows from hell.

But tonight's something else, oh yes

We're giving the world a skip

And hitching a ride to the moon

Where the stars are just a little brighter

And our souls far behind in the dustbins.

Fallacies of the night

Shadows closing in slow, time churning outward

Spiral bliss, tonal disarrangements

Awaiting results, your smile.

Somewhere you sit, deep in thought

Won't you call out, so I can come take you home?

Used.

Enter slowly they say

When fresh souls meet

Under blankets of misery

Enter slow.

Wet words, empty riddles,

A radiant moon

The instructions are simple

And yet we fell somewhere.

Again.

You

Save, drop, strike, leave

You

Don't pass

You

Don't let go

You

Forget too easily

And You

Don't really care.

But it's a fine line we're treading

Used, abused, reused

Stay a while longer

And you could've seen

Something inside

Bright and shiny

Slowly beginning to fade.

Karma.

Moonshine

We need some moonshine tonight

Alone and lonely and alone

We need some moonshine tonight

As the runaway stops to roam.

And home is not the place to be

Tires that grind gravel like clouds

The wind that wants to slyly touch

Touch our burning skin

Sights waiting to be understood

Awakened, if you like

From their perilous slumber deaths...

Home surely can wait tonight.

Country folk save much to spare

Not even a fleeting glance

Dusty boots and rancid clothes

We would like a moment

Of naked humility

When we dance among ourselves

Bodies slithering, hands fumbling

Eyes riveted to the starless sky.

We give you free wisdom, we give you free love

We give you everything you want

If you will not touch our souls.

We give you our dreams, we give you our passion,

We give you everything you need

If you will not break our dolls.

And we need some moonshine tonight

To walk where we will, fill our spiritless minds

We want some moonshine tonight

To bring us back home.

Apathy on a Sunday Morning

Across the ocean lies a second chance
Underneath a roof, above the broken mask
Tokens of remembrance scattered around
Consume what's left of a hapless mind

Listless hands search for something to break
As malice churns out of an endless void
A distended dignity comes slowly undone
The soul degrades while the sun burns

The Holy Father weeps for an abandoned heir
As on a peaceful Sunday spent in seclusion
Merely rise to make an empty statement
And flowers wilt when butterflies are killed

The bosom craves to feel real pain
Confused about forsaken love to numbness
Unchanged are the vows, only people
As make believe morphs to destiny

And here you shall stand till eternity or so
Waiting for the ship to come in...

A Fruitless Wait

I sit beside the ocean waiting
But the black waves tumble and die
I wonder if I could stall this ending
The lazy clouds stray across my sky
And I trust this vengeance for it is true
Endless conversations have gone stolen
I trust your word for it is my truth
Ill take myself home when you're done
One time, two time, three time, four
The slashes ooze unbidden rage
If I could rewrite our twisted lore
The fallen angle wouldn't be disgraced
So you can take back all the words you say
I'll still remain your unnamed whore
And if I live each day silently away
Do I still not bring this death close?