isolate

while everyone was still asleep

and a shy sun tried hard to rise

you took to the streets, still dark canyon blue

and crept down the flat rocks to the shore

while everyone was still as young as tiger eyes

you wept as starlight stained the snow

and fell asleep in the wild drifts

between two hills with your eyes closed

I heard them call it obsession

I closed the door, tasted the melting snow

and the faint sting of spring

in your impossible kiss....

style

the morning sun and the prince of evil

both in such a hurry to drown

a great green noise floods the air around us

and we're saving all our shrapnel

in the hopes to one day buy back our elevated garden

45 degrees

our estranged overgrown lazy platinum properties

our 4 magazine seasons tediously tended to

and your great hope that, that which truly matters

shall always be able to grow again

faith's in fashion.

desire

the dim crescent lunar

now cracking through slowly passing clouds

holding illimitable dominance over the shadow crowds

although each one seems to be aware of the consequences

I made 10 faceless enemies by sticking around for the show

all this is just a blur now

all this failing frequency finally letting go

it's the fear of you walking away

I remember the way you sang with the lights off

coiled around the trade winds blowing dust

from the old country lest you forget....

lest you somehow washed that taste of spent flares out of your hair

lest your faraway conscience and its legends return

it's the fear of you walking away

the crisp braids of Autumn loosen their architecture

and pardon the misery and hope you rented

equally...

melody and agony

with softly concerned faint guardian glances

illuminating sorrow

below the skies single eye rises

so slow to embrace the costly tides

faintly sparkling ascending assassin shining pale light

and approval

on this clandestine operation commencing below her own balcony

black buildings with all their faces looking like mine

onyx monoliths alive with patterns of spotted light

what lives inside lies and lasts forever

ever producing pain of loss

but tonight, oh tonight.....

a blind fever tracks the steady hands

of a pocket watch

no talking

tick tock ticking

base charges placed on flawed foundations

now counting backwards to free you from this

waiting for a twilight trigger

to welcome the explosion

the enveloping white light of loves release

smashing black buildings to ashes

to dance...

Green dreams frolic in scarlet skies

while there on singing sands does she lengthwise lie

recalling, falling paper angels what once was born

now sinking like ships on this cape of storms

soft glows her reflection in the still waters calm

as black buildings rise and keep her from harm

the night myth fills spaces where love once grew

crippled and blind still thought of you

and though each day drives us further apart

loves twilight violence preaches from her warriors heart

in the frozen world where winter tides swell

basking in cold dawn where all will be well

wild flowers and birds return to your ghost

as the four seasons colors collect on the coast

made three silent wishes for all that we knew

found the softest black star sky high and blew

it was then when those lost hopes at last did appear

and started healing hearts to shine through all your dark years

where green dreams frolic in the settling skies

slow dancing on singing sands with true tears in their eyes

spirit rising

A memory of red cliffs

solitary white gull clearing the clouds

forest opens and creeps its first few steps on the warm red rocks

with her a few steps behind

there's a storm fence with large holes

A place protected

I thought I wanted to build a home for you there

peering over the edge

watching tidal curiosity come and go

while the surf spirals as emerald current gathers..

in this rock garden sown by the seas

you found a single starfish

holding on tight to a barnacled rock

as I held in to you the night before

tidal times and moments shimmer

on the scratched glass like brittle surface of the water

stretching waves yawn

as they crash their bouquets of foam against these waiting red rocks

10 years ago

she's shimmering in the breeze

another country away

down where we belong

canticle

brittle shaking generations of cities glittering

pavements host to city ghosts

now fully formed from small turquoise flowers

by believing he's inheriting all her hauntings

all her callings

though she's sold her heart sky high

laughing as the fluorescent lights flicker

providing a score

to the great glacier chasing

I fell hard to the ground and stayed

daring lighting to strike twice

wondering if the song would sound the same

had you remained