There is no light at the tunnel’s end—
Only dented cans and newspapers,
Amid discarded butts of dissatisfaction,
Strewn across broken pieces of gravel.

Empty bottles and empty hearts
Play wrestle games throughout the night—

What am I really doing here?
Who led me down this dark alley?
This alley so deceitfully painted in colours,
That, before, were all so lovely.

I’ve given up the daffodils
For chalkdust and white paper.
I’ve thrown away my careful bag,
But, now I want it back.

I want my heart to smile again.
I want myself to return.
But, this heart and this soul,
So sweet but alone
Are absent and i’ve no clue where they’ve gone.

*06.2011

Languid speech of sallow souls
Open your hearts & speak!

*06.2011

Fancy cameras and tennis nets,
Corridors so long and winding -

Remind me why we’ve gone so far,
From our time spent lost and searching.

*Regret felt prematurely is regret potentially avoided.
06.2011

Cummerbunds & cuff links,
Top hats & Armani.
P’s and Q’s donning shining shoes,
Seem to dance beneath your feet.

*06.2011

You told me that your eyes were yellow,
But, now, I see, they’re black.

You told me that you’d soon return,
But, you never did come back.

I carried with me for way too long,
Your basket of connecting rings,
Your deck of suits, and phony fruits,
And all of your performing things.

Starry-eyed in admiration,
Breath held tight for more,
Then, someone pulled your curtain down,
And revealed your quick trap door.

*06.2011

I see your wings have sprouted, dear,
And, they’ve lovely colours of every sort.

The greens that meet with shimmering blues,
Golden yellows that rival the sun’s,
Reds that yell from teeny corners,
And oranges where the yellows are done.

But, your colours can’t sing from within that jar,
Muffled so loudly - your song.

Though, I see the notes,
So, I know - I know,
You can’t stay in that jar for long.

*06.2011

I can see your fingers snatching at the surface,
And, I’m holding out my hand.

I can see your face and your silent screams,
And, I’m waiting, with my arm outstretched.

My feet are planted and my heart is set
To never leave this spot,

Because, I see you flailing & your burbles of wailing,
But, I’ve been placed here to stand and wait.

Stop screaming.
You’re dreaming.
Grab hold.