(2014)
Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?
Hello, can you see me here? Please, might you stop awhile. I am the one you pass by daily as you hurry homeward bound. I am that one who’s least of us.
It’s only you that I can trust to hear these words as true. Those I know seem blinded by some notion or another about me. You are my closest confidant
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
Within this pilgrim’s soul exists a hungry beggar waif, who can never afford a moment of indifference or distraction. Alert to every aching nuance
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
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.
Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
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
Neon lights buzzed in staccato out… Sleep seemed something I dare not… I took myself looking to ease my a… keeping to steamy side-streets and… heading for the part of town beyon…
What is this code that we agree up… but dare not ever speak in words ? That mysterious unspoken-ness looming where we choose to gather. It’s sure we must be seen to know
These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,
I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here