a pack mule called regret
Its a poem about looking back at the path a relationship has taken from start to finish. All those things you could of do differently; hindsight is a terrible thing, it turns you into a fully laden pack mule.
(2014)
you’re the stone in my shoe carrie… the grit in my eye that mars visio… an itch under skin that can’t be e… a wheeze in the chest a forced con… an answer without question or rati…
Its strange how the years can stea… How perceptions change and alter w… When we first met you were the mos… Now you radiate bitterness and clo… Its odd the way people change even…
If I could tell you the story Read you the journal of my life Could you listen without a judgeme… And keep your lips pursed tight If I could show you everything
slash these dreams that I once mad… this hate I yell won’t rest, it ju… fluttering eyelids that feel like… I’m steeper than the wish enthrall… load that gun and ready the razors…
a still, calm expanse of water secluded, a tree lined reservoir a full moons motorcycle lamp spray… a shotgun blast of white gold over… down in its murky fathoms we writh…
Each day, every step Takes more strength than my world… And I can’t cry, Seeds planted ne… A longer breath held as the leash… Accolades of ghosts ago
Your eyes shine into mine Taking my perception to another di… And I’m lost in your sea It floats me further than any vaca… Do you feel as I do, strange elec…
beyond the cliffs and the whistlin… and the sea spray and the salty ai… beyond the dark clouds and their p… and the rain that mingles with tea… beyond the corners of a town growi…
a man who’s face is forever obscur… can never show his gleam of truth, a shape-shifting mass of uncertain… turning the wheels of power round, In a puff of smoke quietly arrivin…
The world is a cruel place I hear… The sheer weight can make you sink As you walk along a sandy beach Going from one end and then back a… Carrying varying shapes along
a frozen man crucified pools of resolve drip and drip, a slow segregated waterfall every droplet shed born of sin. eyes search its swirling eddy
I suppose that’s it’s define a cloak, some angels wings maybe that place where the day excruciat… and the hook of life sings morose those are the steps that force fis…
it’s a dream of an irrelevant nigh… that sweetness is a forgotten bego… through black soft sooty thoughts they cling fast to wounds turning… they do and will forever spill
I once was a man who thought he li… then I looked down to see shackle… a lifetime of servitude in the bon… just capital floating on a stock m…
a salacious yearn forms a tryst fr… a pool that flows the floor about… as you hang and drip dry your wagg… drooling a mouthful of relaxed poi… to then recede your gaze to a tabl…