(2013)
If she were to understand Then she would not accept me So I am glad But also so sad She knows when she sees the scar
In spite of all who have asked I tell them all the answer they se… In the answer they take a peek, As if in an insect flask. Inside the written words away
With the Roaches I share An inanimate Stare And a messed up appearance That I cannot bear A Thought without clearance
Question told me as she spoke Answer now for Question’s sake She knew that she would provoke Messy questions Question made Question rode her Answer horse
I write to you for I am alone And you are my last resort My time I wrote on a stone Of the moldy and broken sort I lost the hammer I used
Whirl our way, dearest deceaser! This is your time and ours to fly! The time to fly nears, The deceased thrown in fears, While the living await death!
I lie on my bed A pen in my hand My brain does not stand I cant use my hand I don’t understand
‘Tis a black stone underwater Of a helmsman feeling pain. ‘Tis the fall of Titan’s daughter… ‘Tis a confident marauder, Who, with blood, herself she stain…
My head was of metal My heart was of straw My bones were of twigs For those who did not know They scarred each one
Daddy’s girl was up all night Always looking for a sight Other poet, things to write Phony poles that do not bite She was happy I could see
In you and I There is a war That will not fly Without a sword You wield in hand
There once was a man Who played sweet as honey And when he played songs He played for no money He had won it all
Gathering, Gimmicking, Frightening, Mimicking, Making the urge Of the march go away Symphony, Melody,
We’ve lost ones before And in future lose. But now what we store, Bring in through this door Is ours now to choose.
Walk the steps that near the cente… Feet away from where we enter. Embraced by my dear defender A ghost of me still lingers there. Blades of grass, small turtles sna…