(2013)
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
