the highs, the lows, the overdose
the nights alone, the empty phone
i wish i'd know where this would go
i would have got off long before
it broke the wings i used to sore
and left my heart an open sore
you don't know what you're in for
hey, what's your favorite dinosaur?

i cried a river;
it wasn’t enough -
to whet my wits,
and call your bluff

i tried a thing,
or two, in vain;
i could not escape
the house of pain.

i lied to you -
didn’t occur to me,
‘t’d be so hard
to agree to disagree.

i hide away
my bother; i coy -
hush the man, and
play the boy.

i ride along -
for i’ve lost my way;
bide my tongue…
do as you say;

i denied myself
the right to speak:
i waived my voice
to the cackle of
the creek.

skin on skin
reverberations

in the ear
song vibration

two halves joined
in exaltation

sometimes dots

i looked out yesterday at the rain
on and off all day

tryptapath


her dark irises
fill with light


but that’s not
what i mean

quick, oh, quick,
fingers tremble on the keys,
treble clef,
b sharp, rest and repeat,
switch to a minor,
then back to b,
pick your head up,
and breathe a sigh of relief.

we seek the ocean in the palm of our hands,
breath is the frailties of a winter sky,

the stars are reflections in a mirror of bone.

we are carried by the wind into strange avenues
where we fall like leaves, dance into the indigos

of the washed out sky, haunt the dimming light like night
blossoms and dies, her rivers burning like fire.

we awaken in the eastern
sky washing slumber from our eyes, yawning

and day drops her heavy nets into the waters
of the sun and drowns out the voice of the dark.

flowers settle in the morning, capturing
the silence of the hills in petals of water and light,

and we drink passion and ink, we drink the colours
of our emotions and walk without hesitation towards the light.