(2013)
a poem that turned into a kind of prayer
I follow us around the house Singing, laughing and dancing Tepid images from a yesterday The ghost of the way we were The magnetic draw of the others ey…
repeat prescription sympathy that’s the shoulder you seek to we… a faceless nomination as your tale grows worse, and on a… I’m not a bag of hard emotions
the prettiest face the warmest smile can be taken over if just for a while lust and greed
when we were a tad younger possibly even a wiser than now, we strode the days like pirates and the nights like i don’t know h… we braved each hour as a safe bet
I’m not so sure that a kiss on the… this gradient lets the our world s… we could wish for a tad more from… but we know we’ll cry out our eyes… no seeds grow, this soil lays stil…
you kept a nee appraisal in your e… that flow of emotional slurry had… its drug was hard to blend and its… you run my parallel risk as with y… you use me like a skittle down a l…
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…
his devil wore a white dress he got what he payed for loyalty, love and friendship are given freely, not earned a thirty year apprenticeship
Crockery gets in your way when the mood takes you Your fist finds my face when the mood grates you Abuse gets hurled, four letter wor…
as my thoughts thaw and my mind comes alive, alone in its brevity Its tattered disguise, I feel the darkness call
Now, I would never listen when I… would I of heard you if you’d have… when I looked at your halo and the… I was sure that a wish was a force… Baby lay sleeping, tired arms wher…
I’ve studied your forms your ideals and mystique, your weapon and sets your trips and traps, the economy of movement
your love was a driving force it was a blind thing that kept my… kept my stride perfect and wide co… and my heart awash with stringent… but lately as the pace endures
it seems I’ve been treading tbis w… I can see the back of my head In… Each day the same momentun and dru… All around want their tiny piece o… Maybe one day I’ll pass myself
how these shadowed souls lie in wa… black eyes and dark fleshed hearts… like mannequins entombed in the gl… silent footsteps over broken glass… the truism of it all is a smotheri…