(2014)
just a poem about the beginning and end of a relationship
I have walls that I’ve built up brick by brick, heart by break, the real me is so well guarded I’m a difficult bad dream to take, I’ve constructed myself a fortress
I’m not sure if what I seek truly exists I’ve followed its tracks shed tears in the foam of its wake I’ve pursued it
borne on the mist, the steam that… from the bowels of the earth, a rotting effigy of a godless hear… surely once held a fastidious beli… this foundling permeates a landsca…
float away on the silence of darkn… shimmering lamp lights goad the wi… someone is watching the world at r… bunches of dreams that lie unfulfi… arms lay around loved ones sleepin…
I live my life in darkness I’m the shadows murky trail The ebony plumes of a minstrels so… That tells a sadness of bygone day… I’m the obsidian stain of the nigh…
how quick you run into your demise, a full hand of a clenched fist and another one besides, death in blind doses
do you believe my resolve has happ… it’s taken years of searching and… churning over books, old laments a… trying to find the cause and invar… I was small when i first took this…
her bad moods an ethereal reminder… long after shes left the room; unf… aftershocks come in waves and spre… a blanketed tide ripples across an… as we wait like surfers hoping thi…
You sit on my knee Wriggling like a serpent Contorting like a gymnast Like a buttered chimp Head butting my lips
your exhales are like a freezing w… as if the vacuum of space you draw… everything out to a baseline readi… you choke all the fun from a room, a spitfire heart and a tenacious c…
Whose needs do I serve When I’m kneeling in the dirt And my brow is wet with misery Bled from the grind of dawn to dus… Whose needs do I serve
This feeling I have is of complet… This is hopelessness coupled with… A wave of abject misery, falling How can I wish I wasn’t here This feeling I have of despicable…
a bouncing rubber man in mid air the drop explodes his world feels like a trampoline with the leap of a smiling toad a jugglers apprentice of pottery
you turn my thought inside out your ornaments of blue glass haunt… a whimsical dream that developed d… we were once a bonded soul, now an… your dead and gone, for time now
I’m not that sure how or when it h… turning from life to death like the lull of slow ambient bird… creeping up your spine and neck the shutters came down before me