(2014)
Every glimpse drives me away; I don’t want to be afraid Of meeting that warming gaze, Laughing it off in promise that so… I’ll find the nerve to change;
Stand by, butterfly on the Canterbury Bells; my memory can’t concede the Spring, not the way you look at me.
Such a face to see, a villain. Ragged, lilting; Worn and fierce. Eyes that glean the boundaries step within the vapor;
I cried myself through to sleep And cried violently back awake How does this make me strong in yo… I find it annoying, don’t know why… And yet you’re already running awa…
They call me overwhelming, With forthright emotion charm. The feel my fingers touch their he… As I pull them out of harm. They say I’m empath god and king,
Together now; again, at last Do you recall our halcyon years? Love and lust, The time spent skinless
Happy busy people, But are any of us free Our work buffers us, false ignoran… Mind’s eye blind, we don’t want to… Moving up;
A different sound, I stir with mo… Follow the path of stairs through… My mission: Clean the sidewalk of the eggshell… Sweep up the landmines, they’re be…
Virgil, where’s the rhyme in this… You’d know the stanza better than… bereft as I might consider myself among this litany. That I’d be so inspired,
Slip it in the boat, to creek; Push away the ground from under the nervous dance of feet. Could be drowning, could be relief… I feel the flow of current
Times are changing But the story’s still the same; Years to the day. I make progress With myself
Step after step whittles the time… Features grown and darkened; eyes… Old friends and faces turn to enem… Slowly we fall to degradation. Animals with masks, twenty questio…
Where’s my time; Where’s my baby? Where has she gone? What power’s taken her from me? It’s a rainy day;
I struck a root And it turned into a tree; Made itself a forest Looking for the birds and bees. I struck a root
The water beats down and the spiri… For all it’s worth, what are you n… A has been that’s yet to be; Empty vessel to sanctity. Let the water in to fill your mout…