Assemble, light.

Stood in the shapes and lines
What separates...
...space and time
Lands cracked like dry-earth
Came an array of colors
Sprouting from dirt

Here; appear:
Milk thistle
With leaves and thorns
Flowers of bristle
Cloud out the clot
Of a rainstorm
Thunder, shame, doubt
& carry your own hands
To last fade of winding sun
Red heir & desperate sands

To all bright...
Confusion
To be in light
Transfusion
Of souls & eyes
& Ascension
Of pains & dyes
See other dimension:

The mechanics of it all...
Don't seem to add up
Like I'll pretend to fall...
Yet manage somehow to jump

Before I hit the ground
Or even make a sound

With one foul swoop...
Or one last thrust...
See the workings of this dusk.

My Death Stance

In the lone marsh
Heard words
Only Whispering
Through the mist
Carving a shadow
Most simple
In it's depiction
Of reality-
Based human
Colleting the
Petals...
Of many
Dying
Flowers
Said:
"Hold your breath"
As we fall to ash
Cradled like cravens
In our
Last
Moments
of
Desperation:

Covering our eyes
Hands on our heads
No shelter
No shadow
Just mist
Just missed
& now we die.

False Distinction.

White flower on the wrist
Pale on a landscape of ebony
Wavers down the arm
When the ink spills
Like blood from the thorns
(Marching down the path)
Carried on the litter
Curtained up
On a vagous path
Our only light
A hand-made twilight
Cut out by perverts
& deviants
Watching us:
Cullied
By chance of redemption:
"Onward to the throne!"
One last dance
One last party
Until we meet our ends
At the altar
Before our replacements
New yet remembered
Memories
Not distinguished
Corrupting ever breath
Before we kiss
& feel the knife
We talked of emerald fields
We talked of ghosts on the marsh
We never saw
We never thought.

Celestial Season Being

Fall girls
Not like summer girls
Can't see their faces
Bright lights
Confusing
Truth
Beyond their curtains
Stitched at the sleeves
These wing-readied-beings

I
Must try to hide

Down in the valley
Escape their sights
& their talons
Try to know
A feeling
That's what
One was
Now forming
I can't explain it
Just shaking
In place
Unassuming

To the disguise
Mouths instead
Of
Eyes

And here I thought love
Was in my heart
Not my
Mind

Plucked out
& passed out
Like a child's toy

There's nothing
There's not here
Just my...
Blood
My blood!
Oh my!

Got to try
Got to try
To find
The truth!

Our grief only halted by the promise of promiscuity.

Wandered away from those missionaries
Bibles at their belts
Crosses noose-d around their necks
I pulled down my death mask
To face my fears
Face what's next
A tender touch in the baron winter
Full in hollow
Fat and narrow
Calloused yet forgiving
She stood up for herself
In my shadow
Cast about the trees and the marsh
Danced in mutual haze
Our hands like specks of light
Reflecting off the darkness
Shattered mirrors
Balanced our bodies
On a tight rope
To the fire
Called her my Joan of Arc
And with a whimper and a bruise
Knew the night was gone
Innocence in the dusk
Overwhelming
Caught up in ancient trial
Sand worn walls
I smell decay
Look in the well
See ourselves
Painted; cracked faces
Alabaster porcelin
Wash in those filthy waters
Wash away the skin
Tears taste like envy
Realize our shapes
Now that we're reliving
Fingers down a chest
A locket by the heart
Locked in the secret
& off we darted
Our seperate ways.

After October.

The shapes cast out by the shadows were the imaginations of lanterns
Spinning and spiraling up the walls and the ceilings from the window; outside in the garden
Woke you up and made you run out
Into the autumn air and the grey fields
Far from your house
In the woods you’ve never been before
Wondering what it could be, wondering where it came from
Some little thought, a warm feeling
Caught you up and pulled you in
Curiosity of a child and eyes as wide as your head could hold
Brought you where you are and trapped you there
Some place where you weren’t so sure
Familiarity was what remained
Yet the place you left isn’t…
…The place you’ve gone
And the lights look different here
They don’t dream the same shapes.

The Right Path.

What one do you love the best?

The one from the past, the one you remember?

Something you dreamt up, the one you wish for?

What you know, or the one you know the best?

Keep kissing till you’re sorry.

Keep crying till you’re sure.

Because you can only go so far now

Till you’re dead.

You can only be certain, absolute

When it’s fleeting...

So many pieces turn into dust

...Then it’s not worth fixing

Wind-up your hands and move your feet

At whatever pace you’d like

Just choose the right path

Because now you’re never coming back.

Recent Writing

"Alex IV"

Your hands fell in

Lost their shape

Cloudy white

Smoke water

Trills & swells

(Casting out & breathing in)

Seeing Alex on the side of the pond

Stood above the moss covered rocks

In suit and hat, cigarette and smile

Picks a berry from the stark bare branch

And slides it through his clasped lips

Till it bleeds down his chin

Looking curious, looking strange

(Breathing out & hiding in)

Something unfamiliar about what I used to know

Varied, unusual, I’m not quite sure.

It’s frightening, really.

"The Dark in Callow"

............

There are cracks in an old house to let in the cold

The wind’s howl to keep them alive

Fevers to keep us in our beds

While breakfast always stales and cools

Set tables and no mention

Empty halls carrying no echo

Just dark walls and dark shadows

Curtains are suffocating

So sleep with your eyes open…

Down the spiral stairs to midnight tea

Murals of menace once simplicity

Photographs of family become disturbing

Their frames of thorns pricking your fingers

Collapse into the living room

Till you bled out in the rocking chair

Thinking about what you had forgot

(As the fire dies out)

& the wind howls.

New Sunset Rubdown album, "Dragon Slayer".

Coming out this Tuesday is a new album by one of my favorite bands, Sunset Rubdown. If you're not familiar with them they are fronted by famed indie rocker, Spencer Krug of Wolf Parade. The new album is not my favorite but I've yet to stop listening to it since I recieved it a month ago. It's more accessible than their previous work, "Random Spirit Lover" which was a lot denser and fuller whereas this takes a more formulaic pop approach. Give their single a listen here: http://www.scjag.com/mp3/jag/idiotheart.mp3 and if you like that give the whole album a listen at NPR.com

I knew her in the dim light

Shrouded with the fog of early morning
Another passer-by on his procured journey
Left with soil in his shoes and soot in his pockets
Checks his pocket watch and heeds the signs to his direction
Left his clues to some longed detective's inspection
"She will mend his heart with some familiar song"
Is the familiar thought.
As he stays ace in his pace and hurries through the deserted streets
Left levitating in his lingering mind of moments once passed and those that escape him
"Will she know me by name or by chance"
"Shall I be the one to imagine this dance?"
"Cast my stones to this violent sea, see which skips and which sinks?"
His thoughts tangled in the lines of his suit as his jacket whips in the winds
....And drifts him out to space
"Another day, not this one."
"But whose to count on chance and let another pass..."
Distant future is a dark one
Blinding and far
"I knew her in the dim light"