(2014)
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
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…
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?
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
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
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
