Looking for something to go beyond,
This life is like skipping a rock on a pond.
At the very last skip,
It stops with a splash.
Sinking to the bottom,
Gone in a flash.

I walked with the lion
through smoke filled hostels
rolled up my sleeves
and left my shoes on
as she shook me to my knees
oh Julia,
I've been waiting for a girl like you
to light up the hallways of my addictions
to believe me when no one else believes
and you shocked me
right up my skinny veins
stapled conversations
to the inside of my scattered brain
left me stuttering rhymes
about sleepless nights spent waiting for
her
one white horse
without a saviour
find me, find me
shivering and painted with the teeth marks
of a predator  
whose name I scream
as I am sat alone in my car
in the empty parking lots of London
and if it is this time
that my engine won't start
oh, Julia
find me
and let me show you the calculations of my heart

Clung to your white skin
Beaded at your fragile breast
Stuck to your bedsheets

Times have changed;
we're not so topsy-turvey.
Well calculated always,
cautious in all ways.
Take a deep breath (and)
a deep dive through
the eyeball into the mind.
Float around forever;
bouncing off my
thoughts & ideas.
Swim, little mermaid.

Ditch diggers don't write poems -
As if there might be found
A single thought  profound
Amid the mud they go in;
The pungence in essence released
From trees' roots that are severed
Is never fragrant like lilacs,
And their labor is of purpose,
That dirt removed by aching backs -
Gashed earth becomes the grave
In which our sins can be hidden;
Tomorrow ditches will be filled in,
Restoring peace which land craves,
The simple laborer's work done.

Ditch diggers don't write poetry -
Palms calloused in pick and *****,
Too rough when art 's to be made,
Remain convinced by sophistry
They've no true claim to a pen.
Clods of clay always remain
Adhered to heels of workmen's boots,
Becoming my life's defining metaphor.
So we forgo more ethereal pursuits,
Though forever treasuring sweetness
Flowed over soil of our dank holes,
Loving breaths exhaled from souls,
Floral kisses blown across distance.

1.
my fingers became shelters to yours
to protect you and cuddle your palm & folds
the echo of your name remains in my walls
and your scent prevails in the cosmos perfume.

I asked the heaven of stars
What I should give my love—
It answered me with silence,
Silence above.

I asked the darkened sea
Down where the fishers go—
It answered me with silence,
Silence below.

Oh, I could give him weeping,
Or I could give him song—
But how can I give silence,
My whole life long?

That ring is wearing you like hands on a steering wheel,
but darling,
who drives at 10-and-2 these days?
Try steering with just one hand,
or with your legs,
or with mine.

Because I'm exhausted by the sick, sweet smell of the garden after rain.
The fruit's only ripe until it isn't,
until it's rotten.
We were only tending a garden until we were tending a grave.
And you say that the more it rains the more it rainbows,
so stop thinking of rainbows as rainbows but as
light that doesn't stay together,
that's better off apart.

And if I'm ruining the rain for you, then please ruin something for me.
Strike me hard enough to dislodge us both.
Let the thunder fill the emptiness
that's filling us both.
And if the flood aims to drown us, let's not hold our breath.

Because with your hands on the wheel, you're just a passenger these days.
Because each night we go to bed hungry, and all you want is more silverware.
Because even when relieved of the dust we've gathered,
we're still no more alive than an album on the shelf.

From vales of dawn hath Day pursued the Night
Who mocking fled, swift-sandalled, to the west,
Nor ever lingered in her wayward flight
With dusk-eyed glance to recompense his quest,
But over crocus hills and meadows gray
Sped fleetly on her way.

Now when the Day, shorn of his failing strength,
Hath fallen spent before the sunset bars,
The fair, wild Night, with pity touched at length,
Crowned with her chaplet of out-blossoming stars,
Creeps back repentantly upon her way
To kiss the dying Day.