Come a little closer
‘Till your sitting next to me
‘Till you see my coffee stained fingers
and the look of disparity
My hair is on fire my throat oh so dry
Come sit a little closer
Let this time pass us by  
See those windows nailed closed
The locks rusted through
The bones are in the attic
And the rats are in the shoes
Come lean a little closer
‘Till your anxieties overflow
‘Till the time you had has gone away
And those you've love must go
Come lie down upon this bed
and let us not regret
All wasted days and a wasted life
And nothing to forget

Hands shake with a fever to go. Anticipation
                                     and melodramatic resolutions to solve these
                                                                ­          crimes.
Ready for that stage,
         big
           black curtains &
                       last calls.
Climb that rope and fade the limelight. For those hands of
                               impatience
                                          feast
                                              on caffeinated thoughts & the decadence
                                                      of  deliri­um.
Candy coated fortunes bronzed with silly color play-doh.
No one knows
               where they are going,
                             but look at them go!
Tremble with the tension through studied glances.
                                     What says I love you
                                              more than distant by-ways &
                              cornices of ice?
Who will be there when the sun dips to the sea?
               Someone
                         to grab those nervous little hands & bring that old
                               guitar
                                      into tune by
                                           spoon
                                                 tapped melodies.
Prophecies &
            promises but no pay day
                        today.
Clapping hands sound their march. A salute to all those
                     dusty
                          dreams in
                                   locked boxes.

I'd love to have my eyes sewn shut

Hide behind my lids

Lay my face on a pillow case

wait for life to begin

I'll eat my clock

to digest time

& wash it down with guilt

What keeps you awake at night, when you're tired and salivating for rest? When your mind regards insatiable dreams like strangers. No tired eye can pry away to slumber when theres so much to wonder and discover late at night. The world is quiet in its exquisite silence, a timid lover with calloused hands.

Tonight I danced with strangers in the rain,

provoking even demons to dream.

Dream of silence.

Dream of dreams we've dreamt away.