(2013)
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
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 sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
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 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!
