Coma

You knew where you were at last

when you saw the place where the sky falls,

where the clouds crouch at the horizon

where an elusive crescent slowly sends

its long forgotten thoughts through the air

though no one can rebuild these writhing colours

with their new words for despair

the t.v.'s hands are tied

and there on the cold frozen grounds

below the towering black buildings

where razor winter bends the last starlight dusted smile

of the worlds that flicker under your eyelids

where love never dies

a galaxy in their hands

A casual glance from her Andromeda eyes

caters to the carpet of frozen rain

falling from the sharply painted skies and casting branches

petrified

two arrows is all I need to ask of you

through the heart of this slow moving season

there are no more feelings

as razor winter limps through this weary country

enamored at the violent poverty she sows

delighted at the crushing chords of decay in each cacophonous step

such a sick winter beast

a decoy redefined

behind her trailing through darkening days

dragging her snapped tethers and summers rusted chains

twisting through the barren fields

free from the Autumn warden

into the whispering realm of low shadows

she has etched the cruel beauty

of a frozen grayscale rainbow

into the stratosphere to remind us

of her temporary reign

all hail winter

The View

at a slow rolling pace

moves the corpulent moon

through the cunning clouds of the night myth

crushing the curse of razor winter

scattering all attachment and devotion to this agile season

she stands adjacent to a still willow tree

listening to the west winds sifting through her hair

a forgotten concept of unfulfilled faith

essential as a catalyst for the inspiration that she will need

to endure a stint on the clicking overgrown rooftop gardens

of black buildings

when any sane person in her place

without her warriors heart

would fall forward and drown in the still grim waters of fear

the tall trees tower around us

but for her we'll wake to sirens.

Ardor

Her fragrance forming mind fires and there on his right...

she's tenderly layering delicately blazing ropes

across the deep canvas of night

recalling the space of her rich brown gaze

and the lingering bass of her footfall

on old wooden floors when he awoke with fever

she ran for a damp cloth

shadows defining what would feel like heaven

all three red

twice with food and once before bed

a bright orange sun vanishes under the window

as her dress, drapes then slips to the floor

and her cold body coincides with his heat

He woke to snow with no one home

subtle icicles reflecting her bright smile

and to the great surprise of the dawn

and with all her love....

she revealed herself as the vast white plains of razor winter

the smallest world

when it finally came to see you again

every last hope you ever had carried me to the sands

half asleep with sea birds calling

carried over the sea

on a rising tide of miserable unreal flowers

he's walking away through their grey morning

while she sits home up in bed building bleak possibilities

what's she trying to say?

what led her to these reflections?

speeding through tomorrows like a serpent through the acid rain

brave breaking lonely leaps

infused with the rose pink breath of pale dawn

shining signs through the sleeping pines dozing in a clearing

sunlight locks its jaws on the flattened tops of daises

all around

she's raining paper angels through the threats of razor winter

he's following her lead wondering what tears at this point,

can possibly wash away

he collects her waking puffs of morning breath

in lovingly cupped hands

inbetween slipping fingers

in things dreamed, said and had

in so far as you be gone....

and for what it's worth,

It was then that I watched the sky burst

and cascade a tempest of beautiful shimmering paper angels

around the capes where we shared a setting sun

Snow Antidote

treasured gloom

the wind blows patterns of sunlight, spotlights

of morning light

kiss the complex lace there across several planks

of the worn wooden floor

I left your house in the middle of all that snow

made so much heavier

by the twisting ribbons of twilight

the arching branchscape black skeletal branches

slightly betray signs of a warm spring

against the fiery preaching reign of razor winters

calamitous frosty brass breath

like wolves howling for you sad brown eyes

to watch over the pine wreckage forest

blinked away as you flashed momentarily

there on the tip of a sunsetting ocean

impossibly real

tearing tender moments from welded iron trapdoors of memory

and all those changing fall days

Untitled

Elegance, breathtaking sadness

minor chords

rhyme minor joys in a catalyst of changing leaves

dying dreams

malaise and sickness on this cardiac night

constricts and tightens unescapable landscape

barren

streatched out always receeding

Always needing a hand to hold

once thought through once fought through doubts

now shouts alone, far from home

and Razor winter peels off another layer of fall

leaves it dead amongst swirling reds

now brown and brittle

the cutting cold

collaspsing sinking leadweight

sinking deadweight

No surprise that the lurking violence

is stored in the changing crushing seasons

Glistening Glazed So Far Away

The star clustered night bright diamonds

shine in the blue velvet cradle embrace

the first peek at Razor winters love

moon tucked in behind a cloud

lost wishes in the tide turning shadow stipped sound

A halogen halo above beckons the night wings home

with the promise of warmth

always quite alone

untitled

suffer and live, suffer through

the worn torn fabric of confidence

shatter a grid-like exsistence

pride died on razor winter's horizion

prethought and preordained this separation

always just a day away

a dream away

a house on a hill solid against the blue black night

no snow but icy cut cold air wraps around breath

dancing wisps, layered lights on rooftops below

a scatter...organized chaos

Imitating paradise

what shines through, A will....

dirty and primary darting emotions in the wind

lost kite descends towards the heavens

forgetting and falling upward into the squall

of razor winters smile

left with a soft limp string

quite alone

A bell ringing set the clouds aflame enveloping....

low noise constant and containing within these words

within the mind, solid shapes erased and formulated into new things

grown garden forgetting to water and nurture to carve care away

A stone faced parent in the spotlight of heaven

regarded a moment as fleeting

this book chained shut

reminded us of music in the air, slow fade sudden sunrise to greet

to grate

and starve this emotion, tender taken and locked away

put the key in a dry safe place once to say

twice to stay

and how it's aged since you've been away...

a flick of your wrist

locked away

a slash of my wrist locked away

lock of hair still kept in a braid

complete and at the end of this road

flowers wilting, blooming destruction is all around

the sound of crowds

and razor winter has failed

and we have mended with needle and thread.