(2013)
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
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
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
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…
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
