(2013)
Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
I stared at her like she was a painting, as if I had all day and night to drink in every curve and contour
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
My beloved, she has abandoned me. What’s left is a stark white canva… that repels application of hue or… Hopelessly, I gaze into the bleak… She is gone,
For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails
These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
I dreamed of being lost and trappe… in a land of angry fearful liars. There was nowhere to run or hide. I cowered cornered and exhausted, my back against the furthest wall;
I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,
From the first remembered breath, I was running to escape. I didn’t need a map. It didn’t matter which direction. It hurt too much for any fool to s…
I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing
