If I painted an apple
would you call it a worm
and if my bed sneezed
and blew a hole in the night
would it be my fault for sleeping
If I drank raw pride
until I was sick with it
would you just stand behind
the red tape and point
until the green pooled in my frozen feet
and made a statue out of me
for you to throw used tissues at
and revisit as a bird
If I was an alligator
I think you’d want
me to stay a baby
or be a mouse instead
so I stayed underwater
like a thing that was dead
until water became sand,
then stone, now grass

Ahoy! The ship has landed

I regret
all the flowers I sent you
in my thoughts and I
regret every time
I acted like
a gentleman

every beast with long hair lies
I will be
forever lost in the stairwell
everything that thinks it’s
gentle is actually

cruel.

avoidance is my measure
I sing with razors
in my pocket, blooms
not for you
not for you

Shame
remains
with me still.
Even after
forgiveness given.
My eyes still see the truth
written on my reflection.
If I could get past self loathing,
to accept that I can not change this,
then perhaps, I could, once again love life

The dawn is breaking over the hills.
I sit, poorly managed, on the edge of my porch
to watch the sun climb. The first edge, now.
Just a hint against the lowest curves of the horizon.
Silence around, before the birds begin to call
for love and lost children. Light is piercing my pearl-grey sky,
dawn's mist fading away.
Soon the sun will warm dark hair, soft skin
but not the bones;
no, not my bones,
where wet has sunk cold and shivering
to damp the marrow heart of them.
The birds start to sing. I sip my coffee
hot enough to scald.

Dark outside, dark inside
Got to wonder "have I died?"
Can't sleep, can't think
Can't rationalise a thing
Remember a time when peace was King
Creativity ****** away
Replaced by emptiness, well hey
You know I've seen this time before
And I can just keep off the floor
Of Life's reject -
That too direct
For you? Don't care,
When exactly were you there
For me? Can I be seen to disagree
With this world's self-satisfied profanity
Called "Normal"? - No
Just let go
Slip away
C'est le passé

Somewhere or other there must surely be
  The face not seen, the voice not heard,
The heart that not yet--never yet--ah me!
  Made answer to my word.

Somewhere or other, may be near or far;
  Past land and sea, clean out of sight;
Beyond the wandering moon, beyond the star
  That tracks her night by night.

Somewhere or other, may be far or near;
  With just a wall, a hedge, between;
With just the last leaves of the dying year
  Fallen on a turf grown green.

If my eyes are loaded guns than
I have to be very careful
who I look at
Destruction
is a luxury
I can afford

I will live forever
because I die everyday
I want it like that

Examining,
yielding to breaking
it means