(2013)
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
