Sunday, July 24, 2011


In endless protest to your absence.

Friday, July 16, 2010

You Called It Love, I Called It A Massacre

True love made trash

All those pretty and useless words

Their future flows as a river of failure

Man made

They hope for the calm that only comes

After the violence

After the separation

On Sunday morning I heard your voice singing from prison

Bending blue shadows

But none of this matters now

Face down at the bottom of the sea

In endless protest to you absence

Wednesday, January 27, 2010


She thinks that she has felt this way before

When she finally grew into her own shadow

She cannot recall being happier than now

In the corner of her eye where time lives on her side

And for her

There has never been

Any difference between being pushed

And falling

I will take you down with me

And we will lie at the bottom of the sea

In love and paranoia



Now, suffer.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010


In the fractal edges of her love

Where the sands at singing beach mutter under footfall

Just one set now

Ten twilights she sickly slept and through it all he tried to warn her

Though he would never dare to call her name again

This, I would call fair

In obsessive toil

Navigating the idea of some sun shining world

The cloud collapsing ocean still survives this starving conclusion

And her special sense of tragedy and dreams

That impression she left

lives on in chattering sands

Her endless and tiresome sense of "justice"

Closed the door in the face of another orphaned season

So many lives ago

So many long letters ago


Still, in another world, He promises to be on her side

This, I would call fair

This, I would call sanctuary

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Friday, June 5, 2009

Tiny Stars

Brave but barely there

Young light filters gold through trees

Now that you have gone

It snows and she can't help but wrap herself around the hallucination

And the world seems so small again

Through smokey tears that reach the beautiful black sky