sometimes I feel like drowning

she told him
fingers threaded through his

how come?

He lets his gaze fall to hers
ocean meeting river

she lets go of his fingers

because this life is just a short horror
story

he hesitates
she looks away
hands in pockets rather than
intertwined

you say that when you know
that's not true, my rabbit girl.

he turns her towards him
face to face, even when her silent
epiphanies have woken her tears

he kisses her
tears sweet as sadness

I love you more than the salty
ocean waves

a quick, lightning glance from
a weeping river

it's about time darling
we've got to let this go*

he hesitates
a startled lion once more

it's like when you said
that you could not grind your own
skull into the ocean

The weekend was great the time away was brill, I hired me a cowboy builder to make me something durable.

I turned on the lights to see such a mess with only half made structures and an old feather bed.

I looked up and up and saw I was down a roof. So I orded one a new. A big clear dome to be set up on top.

Stepping around dodging dirt, earth and such. What a lovely site to see it just scatted as such. The rains had been bad, hitting long, hard and fast but lucky for me as my pond was now topped.

I looked around and thought ''hey this place would look good if I set up a ball'' , so out came my disco set, lights. Whistles and bells galore.

As I looked ever closer I spotted thier was nests, bugs, creepy crawly things  all manner of other beings living in, out and around my house.

But now my place looked good all it needed was friends, so out went the call for fun times for all. So it started with one, then two and before we knew it was brimming with tons

I woke up in bed all bruised and sore. Thinking ''what a night that was'' then I  sat up and swore as I imagined the bill.

Messenger of Eros
Fallen from Grace
Perfect spirit, perfect face
Perfect in your imperfection
Your laugh an ******
Trapped in a drug driven haze
Looking back at the days
Before I found Eden
And I knew from the start
I was carving my own coffin
But it was all out or all in
And now I bury my Mr. Hyde
So absolute in his ways
With his world of black and white
He seemed to have lost this fight
To Mistress Eve
Alas, the Light's come on
I knew it all along
And all I have to say
Is that old Snake better stay away

Go as far as stumps will take you
Shoot for the stars like a kamikaze
Follow dreams before they become cadavers
Fall in love like you have no organs

Light is more important than the lantern,
The poem more important than the notebook,
And the kiss more important than the lips.
My letters to you
Are greater and more important than both of us.
The are the only documents
Where people will discover
Your beauty
And my madness.

and I am drinking the wine I bought for you,
and never gave you.
I am watching the flowers
I never gave you, wilt.

I said I would love you,
no matter what.
I meant it, then.

I still do,
but you do not know that.

The windows are open in the sunroom,
where you never sat.

I am slowly becoming more comfortable
being without you.

Slowly.