Don't it hurt so bad when you're standing in the sun...

You know what the sun's all about
when the lights go out.

End of the line,
you can be oh-so-mean,
I just can't see
no in between.

Gone, Daddy, Gone

Strike the lock and break the chain,

cut the strings and fake the pain.

Walk in the street or step on a crack,

you're on the road, and won't look back.

After Having Watched One Too Many Kate Nash Videos

The rubbish that you seek to clear,

leaves space I seek to fill.

That's what we do,

it's how we dance,

fill for me and I'll clear for you.

It takes two hearts to make a home,

they say,

and this is true.

But love is a many-colored thing,

I long for the red-orange hue.

Red like the hair of the girl in the sunlight,

as she spins before the espresso stand.

Orange for feeling, body electricity, the tingling through-out.

Panic

Electricity in the fingers,
and a toad caught in the throat,
a furnace in the stomach,
though I shiver in my coat.

Refrigerator Post #1

there is a woman of languid beauty

bare breast and black dress blowing

Permeated

When the body's left unguarded,

when the mind and soul are free,

sometimes infections creep in,

and they take control of me.

Infection causes clouding,

like the octopus and ink,

and inside my head, I'm drowning,

which makes it really hard to think.

You may ask, "Who's that gaping?"

and say, "It's really rude to stare."

But I'm vacant and don't notice,

not awake enough to care.

Questioning

I've loved you many times, welcomed you, if reluctantly. I open my arms and you fade. This time, maybe you'll stay.

Exhaustion

Drip-drop, one foot before the other.

I'm bled dry,

empty,

whisperings fading.

Crumbling like sandstone,

a bit at a time.

Unwanting

Let's leave this place,

shake off the dust, the memories, and the early feelings.

We'll cut the ribbon tying us to them,

break our bodies, join our souls.

I can't imagine wanting.

My desire exists for you alone,

your ankles twined with mine.

What more could I ask you for?

We're not like them, you know.

They'll say we are,

pleading with us,

but you know the truth.

An Unfinished Ode

These summers have come to an end.

She sleeps here no more,

blossoms crushed 'neath her brow.

Her girlish bower wilted,

wild roses long faded.

Leaving without a backwards glance,

with rings on her fingers

and flowers in her hair,

she's off to find her lover.

Tick---tick---tick----

Lover, I've been patient, I've been kind.

At least, I've tried.

My time without you is empty, empty, empty.

This particular sadness may best be described

with a lemon cake...the sourness of difficult times

conquered by the sweet perfection of your love.

I can't believe how quickly the days go,

and how slowly the hours move.

This day, especially, is like the march to execution,

simply because the heavy cloud of Saturday night

seems too much to bear. I suppose it will be the death

that Sunday brings a resurrection to.

Mind-numbing

It startled me,

when my elbow knocked the hot tea off the nightstand.

These days,

it's hard to focus long enough to get a clear picture.

This underwater dream world holds me tightly,

but my heart isn't in it.

Take my hand, and never let me go.