2.8.14

Some velvet morning

Another night no sleep

The day drips past

Slip back into dreams

Among strangers

And grey skies

Pacing silently

Strange looks in their eyes

Cold morning in bed

Eyes open wide

The sun creeping through

Thinning clouds outside

Pray for an end

Dark days long nights

The weekend is coming 

Everything will be alright

01.28.14 (a premonition)

Another day you've barely touched me

Another night for melatonin to take you away

I never liked winter
but i like winter light
and there have been
nights colder than tonight
but the street lamps keep shining
through the blinds just right
to remind of days not long ago
with nostalgia's bittersweet bite
miyazaki and mr fox
two times in one night

but you are different
and so am i
i knew that this had changed me
i don't know why i didn't see it had changed you too

Still

12.3.13 (din)

eyes closed
tight
with the warmth of
her body
press'd firm against mine.
still miles between us
still hours
in time.
the din of the fan
the heat
the train
are like voices
singing lullabies
when sleep will not
and cannot come.
fleeting moments
provide nightmares
to accompany
desolate feelings.
memories
that have been erased
still felt.
another argument.
there will be
no good dreams
tonight.

10.31.13 (dreaming)

red leaves

on trees

grace space

round me

as time

still slips

through fragile

memories

the scent

of flowers

jars me from

my dream

through time

still fragile

no ghost

haunts me

9.26.13 (the fireflies dance no more)

those flowers
i spoke too
told me to wait
for early mourning dew
past drunken hours
spent, curled in knots
through withered mem'ry
long forgot

summer's end
the fireflies dance no more
the air it chills
round the step of my door
but light, still, dances
'cross the wooden floor
those flowers, now wilted
remind of words spoken before

7.11.13 (Mutt)

Ugly

But honest:

Words part lips

Like fountains,

Spouting fourth

Uncontrolled.

Cauterized words

Grow like mold.

Like filth forgotten

In sidestreet gutters,

Forget the words

Those lips once uttered.

5.4.13 (wish)

Wishing well
On
Dark
Dismal days
And sending
Smiles
Whenever
I am away.

4.29.13 (passed)

clearing the webs
from closets
filled
with memories
past.
dusting cloudy dreams,
returning the
gleam
of days
past.
gazing
through freckled speckled
eyes
to a time
past.
a drink of coffee
to help remember
that that time
is passed.

4.24.13 (slowpin)

So maybe
you've been feeling
What you've been told
But not what you heard
Maybe you've been told
That you have done wrong.
Time itself is infinite
And so are you
Because I exist in memory
and so do you