(2014)
I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.
Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
I am awash with tears of mourning for what I thought was dead and go… as though a flood of holy water has broken through the stony dam I contrived to spare this brittle…
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
Are you the one I have no words f… Are you the one who seeks the space between these lines? I used to think I’d know you inst… Now I don’t know anything at all.
Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
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;
Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise
Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,
I saw him for the first time ever; the one who stole my soul away. He appeared in a dream. I had never seem him before, yet no doubt it was him.
It seems for ages, I have been trapped behind yet another version of what I want to think I know. I was so sure I loved you
