Rusty red
Chain link fence
Broken,
But bridled no more
Opaque azure
Spills through
Holes where tension built
And screamed open
The chain link fence.

There's a sunrise
Between
The perpetual sunsets
There is no bludgeoning,
Neither
Some otherworldly beckoning
We break
To join the vapid breeze
Leading us nowhere
We already haven't been.

It's a dichotomy
Being shiny
Being naught
But on a rainy day
Of dripping silver
I'd be the hole
Raindrops won't cling to
I'll be the broken link
You climb in through.

Distant songs turn
Into cacophonous melodies
Pretty, how shadows
Swirl onto dance floors
I haven't met you before
But would you dance
Dance away another year
Of wasted ink
Dance till our bodies
Succumb to that rythm,
And shall our brains
No longer clutch our heart
Inside this shrine to hatred
We profess to so often,
Beside the inhibitions
Leading me past freedom
Away from poison
Putting me to sleep.

Till midnight
I'll be Love.
Incandescent,
I'll be you tonight.
I'll be dew
Settled upon a grassblade
I'll be red, crimson
Fearless.
10 seconds of Cinderella
Before this magic strays.
I'll be the facade
To your masquerade.

Remember me
Beneath the fireworks
A fluid silhouette
Capering away
To the starlit yonder
Sans the penumbra
I latch onto for comfort.

Wake up.
Unfurling in that castle of mind
Is a memory,
An eclectic ephemera.
A flat stone
On ocean floors
Bounce, splash, ripple
Gone.

Through the brass window sills
Past the embroidered ivy green,
Lilting voices chorus away
Chants of spirits seeking solace
In the folds of time, some bygone days
The sandcastles we built
Couldn't possibly be crumbling away.

I walked away in pregnant hope
To build more than ephemeral lies
They laced their fingers in mine
Crooning a sweet lullaby
Stay till the sunset
Till the sun bleeds to death
Stay, and we'll be connecting dots
In the night sky of a glorious past.

Maybe the ruins have in them,
What a future never does.
Tangible testimony
Of a brawl against time
But love, I'm letting go
Nostalgia is morphine
You're wasted on.

Tell me I'm a Titanic
Headed for the iceberg
You'll forever be a dinghy
Tethered to the boardwalk
Tomorrow,
You'll lose the yesterday
You drugged on.

Comatose waters on a deceased night
Stars draped over banyan roots
  Leaves deluged in the warmth
Of an eerie,  uncanny quiet
      All prisoners to the brutish night sky.

Fluttering, vibrant in white gossamer
She sways, ensnaring the banyan leaves
Awakening the murky deep
Vengeance against the silence
That has dwelled, haunted thus long.

         She's a ballerina
     Not of subtle elegant grace,
But sanguine..
    Somewhat saccharine subterfuge
           Harbinger of a moment's ecstasy
                She's a wandress
  And silence, just ONE
Of her many estranged lovers.

Bonfire
Lit up this entire
House of ornate desire
The ceilings set afire
This hopeful spark
Turned into charred logs
Bonfire.

Bonfire
I’ve watched us
Be damp timber for too long
Till we struck the match
Shrunk to the warmth
Choking on our own confessions
Asphyxiating
In this smoky haze
It wasn’t love
Bonfire.

Bonfire
This night is already over
Our story a distant chorus
Your silhouette
Departed
With the last red
Of the Bonfire
We were a catalytic firework
Now we’re out of colours
The winds carry our ashes
Bonfire.

The stars hung low that night
To hail the girl who sat on the rooftop
Of a filthy run down cottage
At the end of the 'Homeless Women' lane

Her knees were scraped with callused fingernails
That bled against the chips on the wall she had climbed
To watch those pretty little things shine
And sigh with wonder against the solitary night

The emptiness in her stomach growled
But her wild eyes devoured the moon
Maybe the night resembled her tattered black dress
And stars were just despicable holes in the fabric of sky

Greasy auburn hair hung limp against her skimpy frame
Not many would find beauty on that haunted face
But there was a prepossessing in her pain
The way she never truly had things to lose
So she loved everything we seldom bother to.

It was a cold night on a full moon
The homeless girl breathed her last atop a red roof
No one remembers a slovenly girl with wild eyes
A homeless girl who died in her true home,
Her personal paradise.

Maybe she was only fifteen
But not many can claim
They've worn constellations on their body
Maybe she found her peace
And landed the stars while we were asleep
Maybe the way she died
Is the way most of us fail to live
Maybe we should love the way
A homeless girl once did.

Ink stains on a torn page
The notebook still recounts
Pen pressed
Against her white flesh.
Rash cuts to ****** words
And commas instead of fullstops.

Eloquent cursive caress
The notebook has it all etched
Against her very next page
She cherishes the undying imprints
Of the paper she fostered
In walls of her blue cardboard.

A rip,it was all gone
Ink stains on a page torn,
To take flight like an airplane
Drown a Titanic near the sea shore
Make love to a poet's pen
Or end up in the next garbage can.


Love is still imprisoned
In the remnant edges
Of a page torn
Out of a blue notebook
I own
Flip to the next page
Experience a life lived
In those very ink stains.

The notebook grows old
To a cracked spine
Thankless fading lines
Blue paint chips off it
With margins overwritten
On 49 pages
An ode to 26 letters
The 50th,
Embodies a runaway vagabond.