(2013)
Everybody writes love songs and poems don't they? Even when they have no one to write to.
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
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 stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
