(2013)
Everybody writes love songs and poems don't they? Even when they have no one to write to.
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
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…
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
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:
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
