(2013)
Everybody writes love songs and poems don't they? Even when they have no one to write to.
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
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
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
