That smile and a pale face,
Your smell is an obsession,
Slowly catching my heart,
A beautiful creation.

Different souls and different stories,
Only to know it's a wreck,
Midnight talks making sweet mistakes,
We were almost perfect

Kills me in many different levels,
To you it's just 'nothingness',
Now I can't look you in the eyes,
I'm already a mess

It sounds miserable
But I did it anyway,
Now everything was ruined,
I don't have a word to say.

Love is a warm breeze.
Ah, adventure!
Mainlands die!
The captain sails like a small sailor.
Waves rise like a stormy wind.
Why does the ship fall?
Dying swiftly like a sunny moon.
Love, faith, endurance.
Where is the warm breeze?
All breezes fight rough, cold winds.
Never desire a sunny moon.

cold morning light
streams through
the concrete cathedral
beneath the highway

the clouded breath
of a homeless man
glows and curls
in the golden air

cars accelerate
and the wisp is swept
into dim
and hardened shadows


Tom Spencer © 2018

In the pattern of shadows,
the chanter sings from the
memories of the birds.
Of swollen tears
and half-moon yearnings.

But I could see
the white of your neck.
As you lifted your hair to me,
to taste your standing form
and beauties slow curve.

what makes you sure
you’re all i need?
what makes you sure
you’re the air i breathe
or the words i bleed?

if you’re really that sure
leave
and let’s see
if you’re really
all i need