In my honor.

Spotted oils and veils
making patterns of cloaks
Dripping down the streets
Like well trained shadows
Shining lights in casts of fire
Nothing left behind but letters
To all their fathers
Yet not the mothers
Made our skin grow
Marrow whisper
Like just another marigold
We'll wilt & wonder
Knowing just our pain
Black hands and blank eyes
Stood straight
To hide our sighs
Against the night
We are pale fades
Drifting into dark waters
Disappearing before grace

in the fields of mist.

Long arm reaching from the mist
Pale & frail with a gentle hand
Holding out but one daisy
Claspped between two familiar fingers
"Petite, precarious, and lovely"
I find words not truer nor as haunting
The sky bares it's blight
As the fading petals catch the blood
Raining down in but one drop
In one moment.
Catching every bit till the once spring flower...
Takes to autumn
And with every new grown thorn
There is but one devil
To run and hide
And watch of our embraces
To laugh with malice & malcontent
A faceless figure
To mask our smiles
Bury our eyes
Cover us in sheets
Trapped like sheep
Captured in sleep

chances are.

I was listenin' to the trees
The whispering wind
Brings me to ma knees
Can't fall do-own
Birds leaving their nests
Putting them up for sale
Sadness in their chests
Can't fall do-own
And I'm trying to see
What did...
And how can that be?!
Can't fall do-own
Fold the envelope
At the bend
Of the river
Send your letters to the pull
And watch yourself letting go...
Can't fall innn
And I was getting the dust in my eyes
My voice crackles as it dries
And I can't seem to find
Much of anything.
Don't yah die.

My voice is tired.

my voice is tired
So I'll just fill it with salt water
so you won't hear me anymore
just a gargle and a choke
as I cut my hands off
to be given proper burial
in the sand box
Creating shadow puppets in the middle of the night
Wake you; with restless eyes
Haunted with the need of expression
Trembling to compose
In the moonlight
Then I'll gouge my eyes out
Put them in a fishbowl
Floating around, food twice a day
They'll get old that way
Then for the body
I'll put it on the train
Give it all the wrong tickets
And wrong ways
It'll never get home
And that'll be that.
Almost forgetting...
The heart & the brain
Just tell them they need to part ways
Feelin' better in a few days
I'll never be the same.

June Bug

I see the smoke escape the glass
Trapped that fire for so long
Now it's free and burns the cold
With the black blood stains
On the bedroom floor
Hide in your sheets
While wearing a mask
(Things that terrify me
When I worry about you)
But there are spiders on the ceilings
Oh, there are spiders on the ceiling
Oh no.
Their webs have taken all your photographs
Holding hostage friends and family
Memories floating; detached
You look away to see what isn't there
But I see the truth and it's fierce!
I see the dark and it's true.
You say you're afraid...
...& I agree with you.
Hear their knocks at the windows
Deaths at your hands in the night.
Demons in love with the light.
No light.

the fire ate itself.

it's what I've heard:
you think you're hollow
so take a drink for another
...just take your time
before you die again

complain' that:
you can't keep your hand warms
only hold your head up to see:
how far the shadow travels
before in ends
like you wish it wouldn't

...how stupid:
you'll keep the letters
smoked cigarettes
all those dead flowers
just photographs of a broken lens

So very well:
from in your heart
take that red ribbon
keep pulling
till it stretches for miles
then set the fire

& as it burns:
watched from the highest hill
till it burned him up
and there was nothing left
but a pile of ash and wisp of smoke

sea gulls.

the waves crashing against the shore
carry the corpse of one I adore
watch it linger till the sun goes down
watch it linger till the tide moves on
birds often mistaken for stars
her eyes open when she hears their song
(the silhouettes hide in the dark)
her mouth, agape, seems to utter:
words that I can't seem to remember
thoughts escaping through rushing waters
a blanket of sound for the silent one
echos off the hollowness
of rocky cliffs
and passing on's
I hear their mournful melody
Haunting all my bones
Feeling the world
Leaving this place
A shallow hole
In empty space
I catch my breath
Before I faint
Falling into that state
Where I wouldn't know
What would exist
Before it's gone
It's all I've missed.