Thursday, December 16, 2010

semantics

"semantics"

strange,

finding myself in the snow. crystalline covenants
reminding of simple

complexities. my walks through golden rain
and blackdeath streets

to fall into your arms. scattered across time

we're haunting all the old places.
an ethereal "us", a wispy

"you and i." if only

our bones creaked now like they
did then.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

humming

"humming"

used to fall into bed
next to your naked arms.

call me careful, won't call you
harmless.

better wake up your saints kid, 'cause
i'm moving on.

getting high as i
walk off. believe me,
i'm leaving, and getting high as i

walk off.

i don't need you to worry.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

and it happens

"and it happens"

i built a freeway through this fog. she paints
cold hands with water. i will be useless

as i drive.

my lonely heart will drift. engine steam
blows in our reckless dreams, darlin'

just let me in.

some hearts are shallow graves. to stand knee deep
in ocean water, feels

just like a pond.

i've seen the sadness of singers, sadness of winners,
when we dove into the water

i knew my mind was made.

Friday, October 29, 2010

coming, coming

"coming, coming"

spectral flames ignite

nothing
or perhaps something.

if i went where you wanted to go,

would you follow?

old leather shoes act as a compass
to guide us into gloom.

avoid the light, kill the switch. the pillows
on my bed

smell of ash.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

see what i see

"see what i see"

i forecast the last day of winter. less
snow strung to clouds, no sparkle

on the ground. ages disappear

into endless minutes. old bluebirdeyes
stare into morning

moonlight. i'm searching for
a new vignette, a new body to drape in

blankets.

i have become an invisible boy.



Wednesday, October 20, 2010

talk and talk and no change

"talk and talk and no change"

my last night in town, nothing to
slow me down. a photo to remember

summer, summer psalms.

i'd walk to the grove
to feel the sun before i leave,

if i felt anything at all.




Tuesday, October 12, 2010

roll down my spine

"roll down my spine"

hands feel through hair. chemically
frozen, pathways that blot out

the sun. see light through your eyes,
feel warmth on your

lips.

then shiver. then die. sometimes you just can't

pretend.