We are young, they say,
like the new stars forming,
like the ocean sounds adorning
sleep to the city dweller,
with his leathered face
but handsome pay.

He's exchanging the sirens
for a more rhythmic pace,
taking off his coat
and professional face,
to press you to the wall,
forgetting the Keats and the Byrons
that came before.

We are young, I'm sure,
despite having to crawl,
despite disappearing into
the city sprawl,
and returning half a person,
only memory intact,
and a stream of shutting doors.

You're giving up too soon.
Too soon a disciple of established fact,
too soon beguiled by
your own stage-lit act;
a smile worn, rather than felt,
a dress bought for him,
but never touched,

and for all of the hands
you may have dealt,
not a single one
has kept you young.

Lucky to be in Love
Could you see it that way?

Most wish for such a luxury
Perusing through heartache and misery
Yet, here we are
Happy and free
In our love which we bequeath
Could you see it that way?

With an arrow to your eye
Should water come down from such glass
As ash ridden sand castles come to pass
Will we ever be thankful for what we have?
Shooting the fantasy, fire away
Fire away, Fire away

Smoothies and cake
Health for which I was not aware before
Saying the unsaid, I happen to like this more
Instead, fire away
You'll feel better after all these waves
Fire away

I awake in torment
Spine twisted
Teeth aching from clenching so tightly

I pass the realm of lucidity
Trying to grasp the voices I hear
From the stairway above

They still infest my deepest nightmares
**I know what they have done

If you go
I will have to follow,

for I am nothing
if not loved by you.

my town
where wild flowers grow
between tram tracks.
there was a time when
it was hardly morning,
no bridge into daylight.

walls had ears,
neighbors had eyes
whispering behind the curtains
there was an emptiness in the guts
of the city
and poetry locked in the drawers,
Borges was read under the blankets
while Dostoievski was  a comforter:
demons were embedded.

yeah, people were clapping and smiling
watching the nub of history, numb
they had a life to live,
what can you say?

one day the radio
burst on in the streets
some were shivering in the attic
"we are free", they said
"we are free",
came the echo in trance

"shhhhh"! said others,
let us wipe the blood
don't disturb the sacrificed
so we can sleep
without dreams

it's Thursday in my town
streets are weary
and our souls are
slowly expanding

Sometimes, I simply can't handle living.
But then he comes around.
And suddenly, it's all worth it.