Sometimes when it's late.
I turn over and want to call you.
I never do.
Believing that it's best I let you rest.
In reality I need to hear your voice so I too
Can nod off into a decent sleep.
Otherwise I am tossing and turning thinking of you.
It doesn't have to stop there.
This late night call.
Ignoring the middle of the day.
Longing to hear you melt.
Even if you can't talk.
To tell you that I've found a place that I want to stay.
And that I hope you have too.
To wish you a good night.
The best kind of therapy.
A call that leads to spreading the night in your arms.
Finding the sun at night.
To tell you I love you before dozing off.

here I sit
Under thatched gazebo.
Gin, Tonic and Marlboro to keep me company.
The warm air broken by cool breezes blowing off the Bahamian sea.
The sweet smell of bug spray permeating the otherwise pristine natural beauty.
It adds to the charm, like sun cream stinks of beach days.
Gently the sea makes out with the shore below me. I’d feel like I was intruding had it been any other.
Peace pervades.
All woes and doubt settle into my feet.
A far cry from where they stir unwanted feelings in my belly and heart.
I could sit here all night.
I think I will.

EVERDREAM
      I ask on this cold night
      What do you truly fright?
      Your expression unfazed
      by the constellation's alight

EVERCHANGE
      You say sorrow is endless
      I say freedom is nearest
      Because the power within
      truly shines brightest

EVERGREEN
      Look how the petals sway
      as it leads you to the way
      to intake the beauty
      that is here to stay

Im drowning in the arctic sea
Im screaming but no one looks at me
The ice takes hold of my bones
I never thought I’d die alone
Im shivering my eyes to the back of my head
Im holding onto life by the hair on a thread
The waves bounce me thru blocks of ice
Oh Christ! Please let me live this once!
As I approach the edge of life
I imagine myself dropping the knife
And immediately reappear awake this time
Staring up at a Black night.

the night unfolds elegantly
i wedge myself again in between
its elegance and my weary thoughts
i imagine wishing for silly things
on the passing shooting stars
but if i snap back to reality
i remember that one wish i keep on wishing
and i look out my window
waiting for a star to come by and hear me
the night is too elegant
for such a wish,
such thoughts,
as mine

Feathers and wax across my back like a cheap crucifixion
I'm used to drifting too close to a euphemism
My youth is missing. Is That you I'm missing?
Call a truce so I can get used to living
You have this fool's permission to choose to listen
The cruelest mission, begging you to forget what you have witnessed
Undue retention, how to undo the tension
Between two tendons I never thought to mention
How I'm lost in a pit with crimson pitch and
A godless pen. How odd is this fiction if we've lived it?