invisible flight
paths, translucent truths
lines crisscross
parallel lives
parallel loss
masks and disguises strewn about the place,
meeting me, you would recognize this face,
don't look my age,
what can be seen,
is there any happiness that is not obscene,
is there any doubt in this poet's remorse,
too many lines,
only one life,
words on paper can not be deciphered,
not in code, who taught this boy to write,
penman-ship,
sank in plain view,
this is too easy for the lot of you...

wind gusting as weather digests,
any life form brave enough to venture,
out,
                                                   ­   capital idea,
run in a thunder and lightening storm,
with scissors in your outstretched hands,
how is that again,
Eddie?

Didn't work for you?
Sorry this is not about October thirty first,
                                                   what a thirst,
For a dark brew,
cesspool stew,
pouring from the insides out,
don't believe what sounds,
words shaped like scalpels,
can do
shave your heart and soul,
down,
down,
why do these sounds,
have a voice that cuts like my own,
oh on a positive note, this too shall end,
tear a strip off there is nothing to defend,
with,
with,
no one to stand beside,
no one too trust at my back,
can't reach the bullseye to prevent the attack,
there may be rhyme
but no reasonable prose,

for if a dark cloud grew darker as it was over
a forlorn brow, upside down smile, caffeine,
fuelled fool spin doctoring, the story of a lifetime,
always forgetting the best part, no heart for
memorization, lazy man playing at this for real,
always a decade plus three hours behind,
write something happy with bunnies and frogs,
talk about love...

bring the lightening
hear the thunder,
face into the wind,
can't leave you all,
                                  like this,
rain pellets feels
like bullets,
absorb every hit,
would put me on my
knees if the legs weren't so stiff,
like the neck,
not a question of pride,
I have none,
not one gram of self worth,
hope grains like a sandy beach,
dream streams like a rainbow arc,
sure,
am I okay,
I will be okay,
when the dragonfly returns my smile.
Holding on till spring.
Let there be spring