We all have demons
Some we have to make peace with
I make friends of mine

You and I will
Hide behind these
Red and blue sky
Scrapers.
And dance with
The colors
That change
Every thick
Bold line
Into a new
Dimension
Like
You and I
Looking across
The street
From my world
To your unique
Red window.
My office is filled
With blue dreamers.
And yours is red with
fresh smiles.

It's a good thing we have skin. Otherwise
we'd have to see our filthy hearts, beaten and
                                                                             scrubbed raw,
Torn   apart   and  pieced back together with
Masking                                                     tape
                    Dented and bruised with abuse blackandblue not red
Except for the
scabs and sores and cuts and holes waiting to be filled
                                                                             With something
anything.
                  They contract, retreat to the beat of
desperate breaths   and                                         lonely sobs
Pumping a polluted river through our veins flowing with all the
                                                                                       Refuse
The tears and unsung songs, silent pleas drowning under
                                                                                    the weight.
                                                                                    All while we flash
Our pearly whites shake our bony hands
And say hello and how are you and fine and very well

thank                                                                        you

The moment I said hello
Was the moment I said goodbye
Eyes can tell lies
Same as thighs
Gripping ties knotted in my mind
Blind to find
The meaning of hate
Same coin, same rate
As love and needs
Seeds thrown out
To wither instead of grow
The moment I said hello
Was the moment I said don't go

one by one
the stars
are candles
that light the
cathedral halls
of heaven
the same
starry night
we are
rings of
amber light

I do not think Hell will be
fire and brimstone, and sulfur geysers.
No medieval, halloween demons
ripped from Dante's manuscripts.

Hell will be in our minds,
our introverted, bleached brains
where we are doomed to watch
the lives we can no longer live,
over and over and over again,
While they play across the white coroner's sheet
as Satan's projector hums.

paper tiger
good afternoon
are you watching
the paper moon or
lurking at
the water’s edge
waiting to capture
the beautiful origami bird
o paper tiger paper moon

You're the reason I write
I write for you
Listen to my words
Let them sink in
Listen to my cries
I'm in trouble
This love thing
Crazy love
I'm hooked
No turning back
The ship has sailed
And you left me
Alone
Cold
Scared
You're the reason I write
I write for you
Listen.