Sunday, March 27, 2005

Homeless

Lost thought-Like the homeless man-Living day to day, facing closed doors-No where to stay-Sleep where it must, struggling to survive in a world of pain- Grounded -Chained to circumstances. Poor man- He does not need your pity, or your sympathy-He wants your money!-He needs a drink- and why wouldn’t he?A mind alteration- To freeze his situation- Drunk, tired- Give him a warm place to dream.

Saturday, March 12, 2005

The Red Trail

Can you hear my silent breath?
A whispering wonder gasping for air
These loud eyes cry empty buckets of tears
In a gap of frozen time I dump them into the ocean
Shoved down and chained to this red marked trail
I stare down at my feet refusing the false scenery
A secret path runs through my veins
Foreign words inhabit my broken mouth
This dehydration makes it impossible to spit them out
Copy written dreams replay throughout the night
Underneath another passes transparently

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Your Not Alone Tonight

Possessed palms
Frigid grip
Unfamiliar eyes
Shaken cry
Losing the path
Hanging on a cruel dream
Falling from sanity
A cracked world
Against cold walls
Sleepless
We cry for you
Dry your tears
We hope for you
Sleep without fear
Soar through a peaceful world on your pillow
Come back to us in the morning
Leave her behind
Drain her memory from your wounds
With open arms we wait for you
Turn your back to her
Look with us towards the sunrise

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Meow?

Lost your kitten?
Can’t catch me.
Collarless,
Careless,
Can’t mold me.
Undomesticated,
Hunting,
Rolling in the grass.
Instinct,
Impulses,
Unconventional,
Burying my meow in the sand.

Monday, March 07, 2005

Left Dreaming of the Sea

I left my heart on Fire Island
In the pouring rain I danced
With a flask in my hand
I spun and shook around
Until it fell out onto the sand

Out of spite I jumped the next ferry
I believed it to be hexed,
Scarred,
Tattooed with your memory
Today it’s a cold wintry day in the city
And I lie here
Wishing
Waiting
Counting the days
Until I can go back to the house by the sea

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Dead Time

Lover
The watch I wear has stopped
My moon eyes gaze above the roof top
A brightness blinds me during the day
These hands frozen for eternity pray
I find comfort only in this empty black sea
When I swim I look down and loose me

Lover
I put the dead watch in a bottle and gave it to a wave
Inside I feel as if I took that bottle chewed and swallowed- and your memory Ill forever save
A painful digestion
Life’s tainted selection

Lover
I saw you open my bottled time in my dreams
My cries have been muted so you cant hear me scream
You put on my dead watch, admiring it and such
It began to tick with your touch
In the distance I hid in the sand dunes
In wonder- hope- awe- I knew I’d awaken soon

Friday, February 11, 2005

Lost Image

The tiles in the floor are broken.
I choke on these words
that few have spoken.
With my fingernails I scrape the top of each ceramic square.
The air in the room grew thick and green;
you were there.
Locked up- cold and wet
Don’t knock- we’ve never met.
That image in the mirror is not my own;
She is a traitor, a savage, a coward
who left me alone.

Friday, January 21, 2005

Silent Questions

What could you do- If I confessed?
Cleaned up our mess
Stopped pretending
Never gave back that shirt you lent me
Proved you right,
Threw a fit tonight.
Pushed you off me
Laid out the truth nicely
Denied your eyes

I’ve decided to walk away

What should you do- If I throw away phoniness?
Accepted loneliness
Laughed at your lies
Let myself cry
Enjoyed a taste of fate
Felt sorry for you

From now on I’ll look away

What would you do- If I got over you?
Moved on too
Forgot that song
Admitted to myself that you were wrong
Erased you from my dreams
Thought of something else before I fell asleep
Broke all the promises I said I’d keep

Tonight I have driven miles to lock you away

Saturday, January 01, 2005

The Hole In My Sweater

I stare through the hole you burnt in my sweater
Now a peep hole, a time warp- into a night a few years ago

A lick- chased with a lime
Free spirits dancing in the colored lights
Watching you-
Breathless in the dark
Chain linked fingers dangle about the crowd
Deep eyes to dive into
Strangers
A four-block walk
Catching and netting
Jarring up fast swimming rebound kisses

I have forty other sweaters,
but refuse to part from this one

Worn, abused, burnt
It hangs in my closet for safekeeping’s
Like an old photo
A note in a box full of memories
I wear it occasionally
When I do, I roll up the hole into a cuff in my sleeve
If they saw it I could no longer mean anything to me
Alone I unroll it,
Gazing through my little peep hole-
Dreaming, remembering, rearranging

Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Dream Flies

Golden dream flies swarming-
Devour me in lies
From beneath them I can still see your eyes
Fear keeps me froozen-still
Flying..losing me...sleeping
Their gold stingers look like they'd kill
No other creatures captivate me like these
Even when I close my eyes
I’m still not free
Alone I lie here forever
In a deep fly sea