Give me a
Thump, thump-thump
As the day goes by
And I'll know we'll be alright.

Take me somewhere
Slow to breathe
The poppy seed
And I know we'll manage well.

Carry me,
Wind, carry me
On gusts of nectar green
I know we'll live together

When the trees
When the trees
Whisper to our flying locks
I know we'll fall in love

As songbirds.

Let a cascade
Feel a little more like dew bubbles
Burst to be with you
On a sunny, lawdy day.

Let the crushed eyes
Be squeezed hands
One in the other
Swinging on the bench.

Let the red face
Be the choke of laughter
At the joke we sewed together
Frankensteined away.

Let the bitter teeth
Bite my lip
And take the inked promises
Into something with a life to lose.

Let the hanging head
Fall asleep on my shoulder.

What is such a pain,
But an ivory sheet
Where we may not sleep,
But lose blood?

What is birthing the new day together,
But another way to say I feel it,
But another way to begin again?
The fall told us to begin again.

I'm busy waiting for the day
When locking cages of red metal
Will feel natural
When a spring shoot
Will be a daffodil between us,
Yellow,
My favourite colour.

In bed
Casting glances likes hooks across me
Pulling at skin, my
Ill fitting armour
What is this mess, this brutal growth
Of you and I, this and that?
Who knew, but something natural
That it is not.

At the end of
Long
Hard
Stays,
I feel little
But the apathy
That sails me past honeyed seas
Through treacherous rocks.

But is there worth
In saying little,
In giggling
As if I never grew up,
As if I had never seen these things?

Would others say
'I have seen it too?'
Would others tell
The faces they find in the night
To chase some other ****** and turner?

Would others say
'We don't care,
But for the things we know in each other,
For the silences we share, while knowing
Little greed?'

I wouldn't know,
I'm too scared to ask
It doesn't feel natural.
Nothing does
Anymore.

Some might die
For the chance to forget
The abusive beating of
Her heart

Their stony skin their
Gravest stone
But I
Have that power
To die now
Every day, forgotten,
But I don't.

The amusement
Of a tickling tongue
And a sparkling eye -
Fire
To my tinderous smile.

Let a little
Pain slip through
For it is with the cracks that form
That words are written.
Those words?
Live in love
Die when you've found it,
Together

Some dying wish
Flew from him
As he babbled with
The clink clink clink
Of coins.

Nickel tongue
Plated with all the
'How else'
And icy tang of inadequacy
What could he be
But a shaking
Taking
Babbler?

But there was something,
Some gritted tooth of a word
Biting into my ear
With all the froth and rage of
Rabid animals held on tight leads,

And that word?
Money
Money
Money

When I write words
On a dead page
I come alive
More than we ever could.
Quality stuff
Only appears to me
While I gargle
Something worse than spite.

Fear
Loneliness
Solitude
Misunderstanding
And the me
That makes all else
That.

What am I?
I'm a man who writes stuff down.
I'm a boy
When I look in your eyes.
Don't make me feel sane;
How can you?
I am poor for
Understanding.

So I will sit next to you
And pass poems under the table
To see if you

wretch,
Like the muse of the sea
Wailing wind while
The tide takes all love away.