SecretsI slept with your secretsfor years-your mother's strange daysand your brother's predilictionfor skin,things that would keepother people awake.I could hear your hands reaching out,grasping at the noiseof my even breathing,your feet clambering upa staircase to get awayfrom the harsh yawns of dreams;and your body would burnmisplaced and misalignedas if beckoning the curtainsto smother the bed.We never talked during daylight.Some words are too expensiveto keep.And morning has a nasty habitof not staying in one place.
MonsterThat bony smile across his facea sight to take your breath awayas time erupts and slips its pacea noose of stars that went astrayslips down the sky to find its place.He said he roamed too far afieldthat all his pleas were spurned and shunnedthe hands of god refused to yieldThey only left him dazed and stunnedwith fleshy wounds that never healed.So now he haunts the fields and fensand calls the narrow ways his home.The secrets that no man can ken,the buzzards bleat a wretched droneand turn their backs on drowning men.
CalibanThey say this placeis the brothelof my thoughts -dirty gods and vacant wombs,something uncleanleft at the top of these stairs,but forgotten when the world skips a beatand light crawls its wayto the bottom.I watch what movesfrom the window -that brave new world -and know I am piecemeal,unmade and too rough to the touch,my kiss an unborn thing.I sucked from my mother's teatdelicious malcontentsour as summer nettlesto be my wormwood,bereft of fine mannersor a back to hang them on.But all is not as it seems.I only play the monsterwhen the crowd demands blood,for my back breakslike any other man,my visage worthy of grace;and I can feel my thoughts soarthe deft sparks of springlonging to be uncagedwhen beauty comes unbiddenand my sullen hideshall turn like the worms in Juneinto something glorious.
WitchcraftCall me Sarahwas all she saidand I had the uncomfortablefeeling of being haunted.I let her legsand red nailsdo the talking -stories I grew upnot believing in,silver spoons and moonshung so lowI could taste them,and autumn lostbetween her shoulders.I never said the right wordsand night retreatedwhen she turned her headand smiled.We let the candles burn -rich foliage of airand starsthe only traces left.
RustThe dwelling rustof Wednesdayswells this hollow gardenand somewhere in the yarda tire swing goes flatagainst the skyline.It chokes the autumn lightleft hidingin the silo,drowning outthe crush ofmums and ragged berriesIt bubbles in the percolatorsteeping still lifein the caulof early morning -the red-brown crumbsof breakfast toast and jamgrowing ghosts uponthe silverwareAnd deep insideI still hear you waking upthe soft saluteof morning voicesstirring the windoutside my window.
SeptemberThe summer was so hotthe dogs stuck to the sidewalkswith the newspapersand the black metal canseveryone left waiting on the curb.You could smell itin the glass pitcherson table tops,and the sheets that neverdried on the clothes lines;the canvas beach bagsmothers dragged wearilyacross the sandand the ice cream trucksmelting across the highways.Children felt it openup the windows at nightand find a cornerof the bed to smother,while fathers baited it on hooksor mowed it downin flat, dry stripesas if begging each otherto escape.And the crickets just hummedbeneath the corn silkand the dry mouthof August,daring the cats to playhide and seek -searching for September.
Our WorldTonight we shall awakeAnd we'll feel better;While scars dictate out a eulogyBefore icicle stars drip a lakeOf blood and ink.And our life is scribedAnd our destiny transcribedUpon ozone highways ofA time swept letter.Tonight we shall smileAnd we'll be fine;While bones taunt us in penuryOut of sync to heart's design:Never will we blink.And our strife is mystifiedAnd our history pacifiedTowards x-ray epitaphs onA lunar forged shrine.Tonight we shall glowAnd we'll fly high;As souls sing forth in melodyTo harp string's of an angel's sigh,But joy fades in a wink.And we're aliveThere's nothing we can't surviveAnd we're a mysteryTo bandaged eyes living misery.So let's set things right!Let's burn out tonight!Set the world alightWith the unity of our cries,Never to let the flames burn lowNor to allow our nightmaresPermission to fester and grow.So let's set things right!Tonight we shall awakeAnd even if it kills us;The world. Our world.Will be alright.
Blink.there's a futureI don't wantto plan,apast I don'twant to let go,and a present fullof love,of distance intimacyI hold closest,and peoplewho knowmy storybecause it runsso deeply with their own.and in the balanceof all of thisis where my story sitsblinking cursor-
Send HelpI'm stuck in the middleOf this never endingBody of waterExpecting someoneTo throw me a life jacketBut all they're doingIs throwing me anchors
The Word RoseAnd from the blue and cotton clouds,Out forth I plucked for you -A single word rose.Notebook petals, blooming in the bloodOf scarlet love,Dripping sweet melodies from high aboveShowering us in an embracing flood.It was a single word roseAnd upon it was written your heartIn the form of a hundred rhymesPlaying out your song,Your beautiful songAnd nothing could let it fall apart.And from the blue and cotton clouds,Out forth I plucked for you -A single word rose.Poetic thorns, glaring through the galeOf obsidian disgust,Sneering dark voices of our innocent lustWhispering to us of that word rose pale.It was a single word roseAnd within it was hidden my heartIn the form of a thousand crimesWeeping all my sins,All my blackest sinsBut no one ever saw me fall apart.And from the blue and cotton clouds,Out forth I plucked for you -A single word rose.Word rose, oh where are you?Word rose, ah shining in the blue,You hide my secrets andCover yourself in her heart.Wor
Lion HeartI am a girl of the sunand lion blood pumpsthrough my veins.
Late nightAll alone in my roomSurrounded by darknessThe clock keeps tickingTime doesn't stopAnd there I layMy mind wanderingWhile I waitFor another day to come
DriftwoodDriftwood -skeleton mawwraps talon-likearound the dawnas if beggingfor a favor,so smooth and sharpworn bare by August -a mermaid's ribrubs salt from sand,the battering lilt of seagullsbeating timeagainst the summer sun.