Grey is the color of my eyes.
They stare past meadows and glades,
probing the blues and reds of sunset skies
to find black stone, dead and alone
where this vibrant life, may atone
and die.

I tire of these sensational tales;
these tear jerking moments of love and loss.
There are no tears left to pour from this grail
of dead wood. There are no more coins to toss
into this well of souls; tired and alone;
dead and lost.

In that well;
In those eyes;
Grey reigns king over fickle trust.
In this naked temple, on knees so tired.
I pray for an end to love and lust.
In this heart of frozen steel and wire,
I beg you. Let me rust.

you create a ripple of
all the good.
transcending, exploding within.
feast on my memories.
bake them with your light.
allow me in. barriers are none.

our souls meet, every night.
I dream of those days,
ahead.
how my head will feel resting on your lap.
watching
how your palm feels on my neck.
barriers are for fools.

we need no control
the freedom we exude is our nature.
we came here to share
freedom in nature.
I still walk beside, and become alive
at your sounds. the sounds that
come from you
make me want to learn to play the sax,
I want to replay the emotion of your voice
for you.

I've never done well with barriers.
even tinting my windows can cause me angst.
please don't think, before you do.
just give me you. Ive wanted this gift for years.
I've learned the lesson of reception,
no turning back … the perfection of rebirth,
move forward.

the barker in charge
is sniffing markers
& the dog's the one
in the shock collar.

good god.
I'll come back

tomorrow.

galapagos, I'm sorry.
rocketship jalopy
wrote a handbook on
banana boat cutthroat
reconnaissance exotica,
abominable
beast of tropic atrophy
broke folk casualty engulfed
in telescopes & TV shows

being monitored thru a monocle
the theatrical apathy & topical misanthropy

can anybody understand me?

I sometimes hide behind my poems
Like a shadow does the night
But some of you have found me out
In all my wrongs, in all my writes

You seem to know what I'm all about
Behind this mask of rhyme I use
When at times it tends to suffocate
With the subjects that I choose

Still you might wonder at my reason
I try and hide behind the write
With the face of truth in hot pursuit
Pulling false layers off my real side

Soon to be the poet naked
A poets heart exposed to all
No longer concerned with the way life burns
In the stand or in the fall

Treading a boardwalk with my lover
built above waters, calm yet obscure;
for what may live within those depths
and hungers for a bite?

We walk to a missing section of path,
a plummet to the waters below
and further on, across the gap,
the walk proceeds as was.

I jump toward the other side:
I miss and fall, a splash.
A spider, big and black as pitch,
I see beneath the boardwalk.

The fear sets in, I cannot swim
but my lover helps me up and out:
I jump again and again I miss
and fall back to the water.

Now my clothes are drenched and weighed
and so starts my descent:
I see the monsters whose home, the sea,
and fear sets in again.

A movement, splash, into the water;
someone to save my life?
I surge myself towards the surface
but fall back to the gloom.

The air is spent from in my lungs,
my lights are quickly fading.
But suddenly an arm extends
and wraps around my torso.

My savior carries and heaves me to land,
water escapes my lungs in cough
and when I meet my savior's eyes
then who's to find?

Myself.

Racing cars and blinding lights
On the corner of the street
After you came home last night
The kitchen clock stopped
Working at 9:30 pm
You were covered in tomorrow
Morning’s melodies and
August’s warmth but the
Carelessness in your eyes
Glowed more like February
When we had raspberries
For breakfast two weeks
Straight and you bought
New khaki pants because
Dad wanted you to
We had boundaries linked
With the ink of a pen
And wings that belonged
To red birds but we were
Still free and now all that’s
Left is the taste of sour
Apples and honey and old
Photographs tinted with
Mustard colours on the
Edges stacked in the
Bookcases covered with
Sparkling dust and crackling
Leaves I wish you left the
Constellations threaded
In your palmed still stitched

Guess it means nothing
95 or not
Drop out
Drag on
**** up

I hate this potential
Nervous burns wander my skin
Reciting old poetry

Expect nothing
I keep saying
Expect nothing

Remember the morning after
How we bathed in cypress
So we’d live forever?

I talked circles round your neck
And settled in the empty space your body left