(2013)
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…
My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
