dressed in green
and dressed in blue
the center of the world
on tilted axis flew
dressed in red
and dressed in green
lit from behind
my little machine

this longing is legacy
for a girl cut in half
cold currents of knife
astride darkest path
without stopping for daylight
in somnambulant flight

(your 2 a.m. smile is reason enough)
      sheets of sound
somber
the womb of an angel
     a war goddess unbound

  
o
a
          stasis seraphic
       shrink wrapped
in sweet plastic
((the perfumed fields are elastic
with crowned princes dynastic))


this mortal season
on
this perfect day
strikes the hearts of the stolen
in a fugitive way

the clarified fire
sinew and lean
eats the sins
of the heavens
where the ashes convene


the park with the lake
is wooded and pretty
the sky's on the grass
in an underground city

i'm calling from a
subterranean ocean
the shells are all closed
and the waves are all broken

in a minute the  tides
will all swell
the gulls will
pack up
and the moonlight will dwell


say hello to
the girls from the sand
they can walk on the water
but never on land

the stars are submerged
all fallen and drowned
the light from the depths
shines upside down


ursa major
orion's belt
ursa minor
ice water vega
reversed ocean liner


inverted looks like the water
twisted so tonal sounds
mother and daughter
sister and brother
packed in blue ice
from the curves of the earth
and the jaws of a vise

in these dragonteeth winter days
you pick your time carefully
endpoints are delays
the decay of such that
they cannot touch
or remove them
erasing straight thoughts
as a means to improve them

sailing seas beneath
the skin underneath
the unrequited life
just out of reach

i'll nevercomplete it

i'll never repeat it

Its peculiar how life plans out
If she hadn't offered the girl at the piano her phone
even when I was the one whom she asked
I would have went to search for it
and realised it was missing.

but no.

Its funny how if we went to starbucks
we would have never had the time to take the round trip back.
back to square one

but no.

Its funny how the journey mirrored life
How we start off alone
Meet people along the way
Part ways midway
and then we go back separately
just like how we leave this world alone.


its funny

yours are the only eyes
i want to see
- half open and misty with sleep -
when the sun peeks through the curtains
to remind us
that the window is still open
and our clothes are still on the floor.

Chatting cold conspiracies from across the coffee table.

Pangaea on the rocks - sweet, sober, civil silence.

When did the degradation become so severe?

Time ticks down and friendships fade to acquaintances.

Spine tingling tempo of the pitter-patter rain drop percussion.

Galloping triplets trickling down from the temples of thunder.

Hands of the clock clap in celebration of another hour killed.

Two o’ clock Coca-Cola to crown the king of carbonation *****.

Naming off artists to impress the drunken temptress.

Taunting the room filled with glimmer-eyed, lovestruck libidos.

All the kids are struggling to remember the horoscope they skimmed.

Brains drained to the point of puking in mouths, poisoning the passion.

With whiskey laced erections, this night chants a swansong.

Illegal lane changes and tiptoe key turning roustabouts.

The Hubble eye can’t detect the silent thoughts left hidden.

Dreams within dreams, lost in a cloud of exhaled acceptance.

Tonight, you fizzled, and tonight, you sleep alone.

These are the danger days. Timber!