You are my morning cup of coffee,
My hot, steamy, caffeinated beverage made to wake me up,
I sip you,
Bitter,
Some sugar to cheer you up?
I dowse you in vanilla cream…
Any better my darling?
How come you are so nasty?
Not a morning person either?
Well I can't blame you,
Why do I think I drink so much of you?
Because I like you?
Well I do,sorta, the effects you bring to me are quite uplifting,
I shake,
Nervously,
Oh you startle me and delight me,
I feel comforted as you break open into my bloodstream,
My body on fire and ready to start my long and trying day,
Maybe we can get through this together,
Another cup is what I think I need of you,
Whether bitter or not we can make it through,
So my little cappuccino, so frothy and frilly,
I want you to know that I need you,
Like to start my morning, my every morning
Whether you are just black, or a venti latte with skim and carmel syrup stirred inside,
Or else I be stuck in bed all the time
There be no you to keep me awake or alive,
No reason to go outside and try,
No motivator, no mover, just me living my days on my own,
How terribly depressing I must add,
So I'll keep you company if you keep on stirring my brain with your caffeinated ways

I knew you once.

We walked hand in hand,
On roads,
Paved with flowers
In colors we did not know.

We hatched a plan.
We were going to start something new,
something we had never done before.
We’d leave the homes we knew,
We’d start over, me and you.

We came to find,
That we could only walk on flowers for so long,
Before they were crushed beneath our wake.
So we made,
new roads
Forged new towns.
Raised new cities.
Cities became sanctuaries.
sanctuaries became nations.
Then nations birthed ideals.
From ideals grew prejudice
From Prejudice grew competition,
And in the pyres of faded glory,
Chaos overran our kingdom.
Riots broke out.

Hand in hand
We watched
As all that we created
Was burned to the ground
Reduced to rubble
And ash

The lives that we had started,
The people we had fostered,
The dreams that we had built,
Vanished with the smoke

You said that you could fix it
You told me not to worry
That all would be okay
You would rebuild the cities,
You told me you had to stay.

I returned the way we came,
Melted in the safety
Of my father’s arms
Evaporated in the warmth
Of my mother’s gaze

Now I watch you from the clouds
Fall upon your face
Roll down your cheek
I am the rain,
The river
And the storm

Let me calm your waters
Dowse your fire
And keep you warm.
I can’t stand
To watch you burn like they did.

I will never be enough of a man
To dowse my saffron robes
In cold gasoline and set it aflame
In buddhistic conviction--
My dreams would scamper
From my burning head to find another,
My flesh would crack and burn
Like old parchment
In rough palms.

I will never be enough of man
To eat buckshot out of
A hollow cold steely gun
My mouth wrapped around the
Reaffirming thickness--
My eyes would dart and then close
My ears would ring and then collapse
Like an old building
Consumed in flames.

I will never be enough of a man
To wrap a rope round my neck
And stare blankly ahead
To seize the day
From God's hands--
My face would bulge
My limbs would twitch
Like a dying rodent
In the throes of cancer.

I will always be enough of a man
To kiss your lips
With my own and feel
Your curves in my hands
And look at the sun--
My trembling hands falter
My eyes can't see to feel for you
Like a blind pianist
Playing the blues.

Coming down from my volcanic wave
Sheet music jukebox requiem
Rides down the road
Feverish dreams outlast psychedelic trees
In the owls and squirrels of light
Picking at the vultures of dawn
Violent winds of the subatomic youth
Puncture through the face of Mona Lisa

Take me to the South
Pulsating rocket ship boom
Left scabs on my eyelids
Shifting in the dark to get to the light
Killing mr. Grawkus through crucified madness
Suffer at the hands of large Industry men
Give your money in exchange for life
Dream queen pre-madonna smoothie mix

Shove down the stones from your funneral pyre
Throw off your ***** neon soaked clothes
Dowse yourself in the electronic fumes
Pulsed beat hammers in the tunnels of consciousness
Through the catacombs of breath
Inhale deeply the sonic sun light
Exhale zombie dust glass shards
Dare to call me electric

Throw down this scepter of deceit
Release yourself from the robes of conceit
Never let the sun mock your wiring breath
Lightning whiskers pierce the skull
Left her tied to the tracks
Electronic pumps intravenously
Junk sets into the brain
Sell your soul for an electro fix

Satellites fit themselves into my subconscious
Fried blank and numb, gone mad with electricity
Show off your bruised face to the sunshine
Plastered, baked, and cratered with disgust
Do you see how the light bulb strikes on?
Where are you with your ravaged home?
Peeled back with mechanical angst
She cries aloud to the moon

I still feel every touch, every lingering kiss, your body pressed up against mine.
I hate it. I hate you.

Nights like this, when it all just comes back, this is when I want to die.

I want to get in the shower and just scrub my skin until I feel clean… But I know it won’t help because this feeling isn’t skin deep. It’s burnt into me.

I want to go and brush my teeth until it hurts and I can’t bear it any more and then keep going just to get your taste out of my mouth… But I know it won’t help because this feeling isn’t skin deep. It’s soaked into me.

I want to go and find that ******* bed and dowse it is gasoline and burn it like the gates of hell… But I know it won’t help because this feeling isn’t an item I can destroy. It’s tattooed in my brain.

I want you to go and find you and make you feel as bad as I do. I want to see you begging in tears for this to go away, and when you are all I’ll say is…. This feeling can’t be taken away.

Little girls in ****-bright paint
and their brothers with button-ups,
colorful shoes. I'll never be that fast.
"He" is having a party and his parents
will be gone. I could bring the
***** and be well-liked; lying
on the carpet in the sticky ***-smoke.
Summer spins as the ceiling fan
lies still. Still, I'll never be that fast.

My neighbors all burst into flame
But they're cool enough to dowse themselves.

Gon' drinkin', out behind a
Reservoir of good will, with
Pillbox eyelids, and third-day dirt.
Stumbling, and suddenly sobered
By a Queen holding Court

Silver-freckled, auburn haired
Sweating under the sun
Shining on her tee shirt
Somewhere, from a secret cigarette
Soft-blue silk is rising.

Men wearing armor, the color of
Christmas lights, stand guard.
Invisible, if not for an
Incessant rain, insisting on
Their silhouettes.

Bronze icons, the rubble beneath her.
Returned to their birth-site, the
Brush and broken glass of a
Resin-colored dusk.
"If you're having trouble
With your next one, it won't be
Too hard to light it for you. I know
How fast tears can
Dowse a needed flame."

Still the snow-covered stick of dynamite, and a
New stick is now burning,
Behind all the bushes.
True belief in her
Opportunity for rebuttal.

Boot prints in the courtyard
Press a face that look up at us
"Like a cross-between Kurt Cobain and Jesus."
Martyrs of a movement
Our people fail to understand.

Polite to the end, and even
Presented with the
Crowned homecoming of a higher horizon, she
Spins and falls, deliberately sputtering out
"Don't let me get smoke in your eye."

Follow your heart…
What heart?
The one locked in that box?
Sorry,
I forgot the combination.

I’m keeping it safe
because i’m a pyromaniac.
I am obsessed with your flames.
Dowse me in gasoline and
snap that match

Poison is you,
you and me.
Light that cigarette
and let the nicotine flow,
keep me coming back for more.

I’m trapped down here,
too weak to climb that rope,
too scared.

I'm a schizophrenic hypocrite,
thankfully not in a medical way
I don't have to pop pills everyday
to keep an essence of danger under control
and to stop my head doing backward flips and forward rolls
to curtail bad thoughts and contain OCD
wake up and think "what's happening to me?"
but sometimes i'm full of mazy bomb blasts
and crazy contrasts…
Now I love animals and their brilliant ways
they brighten the world and add happy to my days,
I could be walking to work in that new spring sun
and spy a cat on a wall and think “ohh, how fun”,
I’ll bound over with a skip and say “hey you, how’s it going,
although it’s bright today your purr has really got things glowing!”
Or in a Saturday beer garden when I’m kicking back with relax
a dog strolls in his owner and my attention is instantly rapt,
I’ll exclaim “ohh, is your pooch friendly, please may I give him a pet?”
If the guy answers in the affirmative I’ll proclaim “hey big doggy I’m so glad we’ve met,
you’re a lovely doggy aren’t you, look at your slobbering face
and the way you wag your tail I think it’s pretty ace!”.
Or I may be having a saunter round the park taking in some stupendous views
and see a stretch of water and decide to have a peruse,
as I get closer I think “oh I can’t believe my luck
look at that raft of lots of lovely ducks!”.
So I nip to the shop round the corner and buy a loaf of bread
and think “ohh you top paddling guys you’re gonna get real fed!”!
So I chuck plentiful crumbs in the water making sure they all get their fill
of some luscious Warburtons down their chomping bill.
I do love other creatures though not just the ones who go meow, woof and quack,
even the tiny ones who fur and feathers they lack;
I could watch a ladybird for ten minutes and be allured by it’s spots
and then be wary around those minuscule red mites that look like little dots,
ensuring that I always check before I sit on a summer wall
so my plonking down doesn’t squash them all.
Or if I’m walking home down a dark passage way on a rainy night
i’ll get my phone out and use it’s shiny light
to see if there are any snails that have come out from under a bush
so I can daintily skip around them and avoid that awful shell crush.
As for spiders and moths in the house I never **** them I always put them out
And then do a Usain Bolt stance in the living room with a “I love you insects” pout.
However one Thursday when I was off work on a day in lieu
and thought “ahh I’ll venture out as the sky is blue,
I can have a wander with some music and then go see Mum and Dad
but before I do all that there is a shower to be had.”
I stroll into the bathroom anticipating a lovely clean
but am greeted by a sight that is less than serene,
walking on the ceramics are about 14 microscopic flies,
I had to squint to view them, they were almost invisible to the naked eye.
I mused “hmm, how am I gonna solve this they are too flimsy to catch and put outside,
and what receptacle could I place them in to take on freedom’s ride?”
As I’m deciding what to do I see more of them coming out of a hole in the tile
and I say “look guys me you’re beginning to rile”,
then I glance some Dettol wipes lying next to my tooth brush
and in a instance obliterate the flies with a sweeping rush,
I chuck the death tissue in the bin and feel a swell of guilt,
“I thought of more understanding stuff I was surely built,
I got rid of them without compunction because they were disrupting my aqua blast
I hope this killing streak doesn’t last.”
Post shower I’m feeling better and believe my murderous bent has gone away far
pop my ear phones in, crank up the volume and saunter round to see Ma and Pa,
but it won’t just be Mum and Dad I’ll be pleased to see when my feet land on their welcome mat,
it will also be lovely Poppet the cat!
I like Poppet loads, she’s my whiskered friend
all my love to her I always send,
her wild meowing tones are one of my favourite sounds
it’s awesomely brill to have her around,
sometimes when I’m drunk her name slips off my tongue,
that’s how I know we defiantly belong,
I can be gleefully inebriated at a festival
and I’ll just say “Poppet!” and feel more happy full,
Pops Popsicle Poppet, I adore your tabby chest,
ahh Poppet, you’re simply the best!
I get to my parent’s house, call her and she comes running with that bounding feline whizz,
and I exclaim with joy, “ahh, there she is!”,
I give her lots of petting and start to feel all catty rich
but then I notice she seems to have a itch,
I say to my Mum, “is Poppet okay, she looks like she’s having too much of a scratch?”
she replies,  “yeah but I think she has fleas that are more than beginning to hatch”,
she continues, “I’ve got some flea treatment though so those little vamps we can quickly dismiss”,
I reply, “nar, it’s okay Mum, I’ll handle this.”
I say to the fleas, “come here guys” and take them and Poppet to one side,
and remark “look today I’ve already committed insecticide
and I really don’t want to do it again but you’re putting Poppet the cat in duress
and she seems distracted rather than purring in my soft strokey caress,
and I don’t want to deliver a ****** bomb of flea killing pollution,
it’s much better to find an amicable solution,
so if you could just jump off her now and end your inhibiting lease
I promise I won’t hover you up I’ll just let you go in peace.”
I give them a few minutes to mull it over but then see Poppet frantically biting her thigh,
“now that is ****** it, no more Mr Nice Guy!
right you little Dracula *****, you’re about to find out what really *****,
it’s being on the receiving end of my “you’re perturbing Poppet” wrath,
you’re about to take a real long Frontline bath!”
Without remorse I dowse them up and that is that,
“bye bye you tiny ******* Vlad The Impaler *****!”  
See I love all the animals, I really have to say,
just don’t cross me on a Thursday,
oh, and I eat meat way more than a bit,
i’m a schizophrenic hypocrite.

I boil alive in the summertime
Feel the fields fold within me
Vast as our climb
I grow restless, grow short
These thin winds wring me dry
I yearn for heat to dowse my worries
Smooth me flat and let me fly

Some find displeasure in warmth
The thick of the air that mops your neck
With the kiss of a season I'd never forget
The exhaustion of heat embosses those
Who struggle with it so
But it lulls you to baste and bake in it's waves
As reminder to let the cold go
To embrace sinking in with intent clear at mind
To assemble, observe
With the thoughts left behind
The world, it goes covered
For months it's at sleep
When its ambiance rolls, it just sings,
"Watch me be."

I know your brain's amuck
With the slush of old snow
Yet within you holds humidity
Thick with memories known.

Overflowing, this cistern holds
night rains visited on pastures
seeping into soil as greens unfold
in early morning mists and sky's azure

Rivulets weaving dowse a liquid path
on journey's slip through gravity
in stream's current with its drifting mass
of water-bug boats and smote bound propriety

-cec

Precarious crucible
A lip on the edge
A tumour, a node
Surface tension,
On thought’s filament
Spike of zest
Rippling and full of wonder
Do I dare poke a hole
And admire what’s under?
Do I dare incise?
A line, a compromise
A rift, a drypoint line,
The burr is the red sea
Above an intense reef
Of life and death and
Everything in between.
A scarlet paradise
the visceral eden of the
pediatrician’s wall chart
that haunts every child’s dream
calls out to me as a mortal adult
the terror of the dark
itches just as much
as the urge to pull
away the flap and
see what light has not
yet graced
Do I treat my own real estate
like someone else’s property
And follow noble orders?
Or do I cultivate it and
Dig for buried treasure?
Hunt the beach, search for
fossils? Dowse for water?
Cleanse the land?
Slash and burn?
Carve out terraces?
I take my knife
I plow and explore.

drown me in
the ways I wished to feel
for so very long.
drown me with lyrics
and cadenced melodies to
strange love songs that
so simply define us.
drown me with the thoughts in your
head; pour them out into my head,
and dowse me in the way
you feel about the universe,
and immerse me in a sea of every feeling you
have felt, and describe to me why
you are how you are because that is
all you really know. and all I know is that I
am here, and my fear of drowning is slim
to none because I
am
drowning
in
you

For my love I have a plan
So much to do - oh man
This plan so grand
For so long I have planned -
Now to spill
Oh, what a thrill!

So much to do
And all for you
My love, I don’t mind
But oh time I’m not sure I can find
Ah, oh well!
All shall be swell!
After all, it is for you that I fell.

First I must clean the house;
I must sweep the downstairs,
My anxiety I must dowse
Oh but who cares

I must sweep the porch and walkway,
Tell him, “Come, go this way!”
No dust at his feet
Take him inside and from the heat

I must clean the table,
Oh I hope I am able
Make sure on my feet I’m not unstable
Oh my dizzy spells
Are tiny hells

I must clean the placemats,
Shoo away the pesky cats
Little things get their fur everywhere
Oh but who gives a care

I must clear the clutter from the piano,
Think of my friend the soprano
She’s a good singer
But slow to answer her ringer

Then I must decorate;
Oh this house no one shall hate
Besides I, I suppose
Oh, I think I’ll give him a rose!

I must put the carpetes on the piano,
Nevermind the soprano
What a voice
On the carpetes I can put flowers or candles
With no handles
Oh what a choice!

I must place the smooth stones and flowers in the walkway,
Make them say, “Hey, come this way!”
Inviting him in
Oh, his heart I did win
This is a celebration of my love
Just for my Love

I must place the stool by the door,
Place his card on it and oh not the floor
Hope he likes it and keeps it
Hope he knows I am of wit

I must put the ribbon downstairs,
I don’t know if he cares
But I certainly do
Oh Love, I do this all for you

Next I must cook and bake;
I must make the steak,
Get the recipe from my stepdad
Oh I sure hope he’s glad
I can make this myself
And have a picture on the shelf

I must make the mashed potatoes,
No, I won’t touch the tomatoes
Those are for next week
Not my dinner to cook
I’m not that weak
I can be a good cook

I must bake the brownies,
They say you can smell them for counties
I hope they taste sweet
And not like feet

Finally I must get myself ready;
I must shower, clean my hair and body,
So I’m not still plastered with sweat
Oh and I bet
You’ll just look so good
Just like I know you would

I must wear something nice,
No, it will not be of high price
If it were I would leave it hanging
Like the photographs overhanging
In my room
Where roses bloom

I must do something with my hair,
Not that anyone would care
None but I
Still I try

I must put my lotion on,
This cracked flesh it must go upon
To heal me
Of this eczema I wish to be free

After all that;
I will give my arm a pat
An indication for him to take it
This great planning a display of my wit
I shall walk him to the door
Read him the card then read no more

Escort him inside
The dogs both aside
Have him pick a seat
While ready is the potatoes and tender meat
To be served
I supposed I would be observed
As I bring him a plate
Oh this is so great!

Ask him if he would like a drink
Once poured, our glasses will clink
A sign of good fortune and luck
And as I gaze into those eyes, I am lovestruck

We shall dine
Oh this heart of mine
Beating loudly in its cage
As tonight I have taken center stage
And brought all the light just for my Love

After we dine,
After I gaze into those eyes divine,
I bring out dessert
It won’t be too hot, so it won’t hurt

Once dessert is through
I’ll look to you
And ask what you would like to do

A movie, perhaps?
Seated side by side, a blanket on our laps
My hand in yours
Holding me, this ensures
My mind may wander
Oh the things that silently ponder
Whilst I am by your side.

- Jay M
January 30th, 2020

Don't just say sorry
And ignoring me isn't better
Just open your troubled heart
And write me a letter

Won't you open
You muttering mouth
Just say the words
It's okay to get them out

I want to hear
Every single thought
Inside of your mind
We won't get caught

Inside your eyes
I see the stars and the dark
But you just think
The night falls apart

We don't fall or trip
We get dragged to the edge
And as we jump beyond
We kiss the ledge

Never what I expect
Less than my dreams
I don't want a nightmare
But an in between

Just because you are nice
Doesn't mean no trouble
And if you give me one
I'll make it double

It isn't over if we fight
Words aren't the end
It's only over if
You walk away my friend

We are all alone
I'm not at your side
But that doesn't mean
You have to hide

I said I am sorry
That doesn't make it right
But don't you dare
Leave me alone in the night

Someone always dies
On the inside of their eyes
And so they kiss
Their way through the lies

Truth is better than before
A sweeter taste on my lips
But as you touch
The curve of my hips

I spurn your questions
As the giggles burst
Unbidden from my lips
Night are the worst

Let me go I scream
But my heart yearns
For you to hold me close
Swim through my tears

You drive me crazy
In the sweetest way
But I want this to be
A sane and happy day

Everything at once
All the time
Never ever make the choice
To stand in line

Faces in between two hearts
Sometimes it's the faces
That tear us apart
Or maybe the places

I don't really know
I don't really care
Because in the end
The beginnings aren't there

Less that the sky
More than the earth
Sometimes I crawl
Inside my hearth

To feel the warmth
And let it burn
And when it's time
It will be your turn

I handed you my smile
And you loved it then
But now I see
That was all pretend

I am cruel in nature
Your eyes bitter sweet
But I am not a dog
And you my treat

I will beg
Roll over and die
To get the life
Inside your eye

Just break the silence
Chopped in half
Over so soon
I thought it would last

My words are nothing
In your head
Because you don't listen
To what is said

I would rid my world
Of all the support
If you could help me
Bury all my hurt

Dress me in silk
And dowse the fire
Before I catch
And burn any higher

One finger to you lips
And I will still
But you must know
I don't bend to your will

Sometimes before its over
The heat will consume
Every breath
Inside of this room

To fill your lungs
With my own air
And know this world
Is just not fair

Like smoke we dance
At the last midnight
We run to the woods
And hide from the light

I wait in the silence
You so quickly created
I said I am sorry
And my breath is bated

I hide my eyes
Underneath my cloak
But this rope constricts
As if to choke

Just enough left
To fight this battle
I will keep your secrets
As you start to tattle

A lesson given
A lesson learnt
But all my scars
Are done and burnt

Enough to know
You think of me in torment
Even though I thought
You were my god sent

The worst dreams
I ever had
I get them all
From your Dad

He fills my terrors
With evil lies
And my tears
Fill these eyes

I would run to the sky
To find a place
Where no one
Knew my face

Goodbye I kiss
And goodbye I mourn
But each goodbye
Is a Hello in turn

Who are you?
What makes you feel the need
To play me
Play my emotions
As if you were a violinist?

Why do you stare at me
With those condescending but kind eyes?
You always know just how to make me tick
Like a broken clock

How do you always have something to say?
Something that will make me blush
As if my face is a rose garden
And that smirk
That turns heads everywhere you go

And then there is that look

The look you give me
When the timing is perfect
And the chemistry is bubbling
Just a glance from you sends electricity up my spine

But why don’t you stay?
Why do you dowse me in gold and honey and flower petals
But then take it all back and walk away

Why

Why me
Why this
Why you
Why everything

If I could i would pull out the love covered arrow you stuck in my heart
But then that would just hurt even more.

The tide rises up the sand
And it falls back
It seems as if it's unmanned
Counterattack

The tide is inching up now
Then slides away
It climbs up the sand somehow
Never at stay

You see just the constant motion
Never at a rest
The clock of the open ocean
The pull then the crest

It looks the same, yet different
The push the the pull
The flat line of the gradient
A part of the whole

Years later, the water's now higher
Near the steps of your house
Yet you think the sand must be drier
Nothing is under dowse

You a small wall up infront the place
So the tide never hits
Right now, everything's at little haste
Danger, it's at a quits

Later you notice the house is flooding
The tide rolls up and down there
Because the wall could stop only nothing
The house is just sea and air

You think it is smart to move up the hill
"Though the tide climbs, it will fall"
"The tide will not stay up, but the house will"
"When it rises, it will crawl"

Later you here the spinning of the cycle
The water is always around
Now you know it ill never be idle
It goes up, but does it come down?

You think it can be fixed, something you can do
But two homes are there down under
So you blame society, partially true
But it was also your blunder

Finally, at last, you say you can fix it all
But you took too long, it is too late
Because the ocean is rising with little fall
That’s why you hate the one who is late

Because only the mountain is left standing dry
All life is certainly out of whack
You must recede to the only place that is high
The tide rises up the sand and doesn't fall back

Dowse me in the spirit of consciousness
until that inner dwelling where I've chanced to hide
is incinerated with the fire of a billion moons

Until I can forget the hurt I've caused
to a sparkling star
a dying planet
and a lovestruck machine.

Grant me the power to hold in my gloved hand
the ashes of the past
and to further crush them
until they can't infiltrate
the filters within my dreams.

And then, pray give me endurance
that I may learn to dance among the constellations
with the grace of a newborn faun,
to fall and to stumble among the comets
and to learn to love
with the disadvantage
or a hurling meteor.

For what good is there
in claiming to know togetherness
when you live
in a
**BLACK
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                                                    ­                                E

Doctor, please! I have come down with a terrible case,
a disease so rare you may have never seen.

She grabbed my heart and gave it a long squeeze,
I'm having a bit of trouble getting back on my feet.

I'd do anything for her so she lives her life with ease.
Sing to her, cook for her, and dowse my body in gasoline.

Hopefully, soon again I am groovin' to the beat.
I just love her so much I've forgotten how to breathe.

As she lights the match, I will not scream
because her darkness is something I'll never let myself see.

Echoing retribution
Attrition
Convolution

Do you know
Who you are fighting?
Or is just the
Advertising and lighting?

On grand scales you contort
The empty grounds
Of your forts

Scorched earth are the embers
Upon which you plant
A foundation to hunger
For greed, hate and self absorption

Rivers that flow, dowse us
In gasoline and words
To flare the conflict ever brighter

A powder keg
That’ll make the world’s load
Ultimately lighter
If the dissent
Is where all our stories end

Cursed be the dreamer.
Cursed be the one who runs towards the open flame hoping they can dowse it.
Because that’s the thing.
Not all flames want to be quenched.
Some just want to burn.

And this is going to end in flames.
I feel it.
I feel it somewhere deep within my bones.
Our fate is embedded in the marrow.
I can’t change a single thing.
No matter how much I dream.

Could we turn back time?
Could we bring back the sun?
Could we become holy again?
The lies we embraced as own own,
The times we pretended we were okay,
Ending on a sour note of progression.
Could we sing you to sleep?
Could we apologize in somber eyes?
Could we **** to regain our love?
A land where death never comes,
A song where we were divided.
Could we turn back time?
Could we sing you to sleep?
Could we dowse you in red and blue?

How I loved to enlighten you
In darkness frighten you
Dowse you in torrential rain
Then ignite with you
Write you
Incite
Revolutions abroad
And in first rows of your film premieres
I’d applaud
And play god with you
Meting out justice upon
Persecutors who challenge our place
On the lawn
Like an infant fawn stumble
On best words to say
But with confidence conjure
The ones to convey
All too late what I feel for you
Accurate mark
A precision that only results
Far apart