It’s as if the room is in shock
Filled with minds that spoke
and pipe dream feelings
I’d rather be in the dark than expecting and needing
I’ll say I love you today
And I’ll miss you tomorrow
But bring your words back to your lips,
chew, and swallow.

~~~





t . a . r                        
i'm like pancho right now . my mind
is like a breath of kerosene . now i'm
growing old . i'm  living  on a  rope it
seems . but that's the way of dreams .
all  the purveyors  say  you can  only
go so far before they lay you low . so
the story  goes  on  about  how  i  fell .
but  it's  not  true . so  the story  ends
before it's told . they could have had
me any day . but they  let  go  of  me out of kindness i suppose . living on
the road without end . i began to cry
and sank into my dreams . but that's
the way it goes .

c . e . j
life is a tightrope walk they say . but
they say a lot of things . don quixote
had  his windmills . i have  my  way out . my wings . i travel  throughout
their  towns  and cities . their  blood
and mud  clings  to me in layers that
dry to become  dust . none  of that is
Important  on  the  endless  highway
i  drank  myself  lucid  dreaming   of how  your  face  looked  in the moon
tears  are  collecting  in my  bottle so
it won't  run dry too soon . but that's
the way it goes .


thomas a robinson
catherine e jarvis
(c) october 12, 2014

I am the sword that splits the world in twain.
I am the shield upon which pain breaks.
I am the storm that rages in your heart.
I am the rain that patters softly across your cheeks.
I am the cheerful madman waltzing down your street.

i remember that night
we snuck into
the abandoned house
next door
with my father's liquor
and your mother's cigarettes
after we had too much
to drink
you took a drag
and finally spoke
"how cruel
is it
for someone
to leave
just like that
and never
come back"
it wasn't until morning
when i realized
you weren't
talking
about
the building

When you want something,
but you don't know what.
Maybe it's a want to want,
misplaced in hopes of filling
the ever-present void in you.
Maybe it's happiness.

Maybe it's as close as you'll ever get.

The sun goes down every day,
slowly taking its time,
everyday it is the same way,
living like this should be a crime.
Everything around me is at a standstill,
like Atlantis, abandoned and desolate,
I stand alone atop this hill,
staring down upon that hell,
upon my failure I dwell.
Thinking of how I will never escape,
doomed to live out life in this prison,
my heart has gone and flown away,
while I will stay until I'm old and gray.

Luxurious deviance
Leather and lace
Mooonbeams and razors
Blood in a crystal vase
My demons are longing
To feel your embrace
To seize you to me
With my hands on your waist
Our paths intersect
I breathe in the taste
Your panic sets in
As the clouds lay to waste
The rays of the moon
And you behold my face
Shrouded in bloodlust
With no saving grace
Luxurious deviance
Leather and lace

The cocoon of heat
That I have buried myself into
Wont allow my body
To tear itself away

Bed, I love you