(2013)
I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.
Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise
I am awash with tears of mourning for what I thought was dead and go… as though a flood of holy water has broken through the stony dam I contrived to spare this brittle…
There ain’t no precious gold comin’ outa that there mountain, if all I wanna do is sit and dream of what I’ll do when I get some.
I’ve howled and raved and ranted at all those whom I could name, in search of peace and freedom from this ancient seething rage. But still there lingers bitter bil…
I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
I’m not really here right now. I can only be here when no-one’s a… and I know no-one can see me. Even when i speak to you, I’m sort of not really here.
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.
Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within
It seems for ages, I have been trapped behind yet another version of what I want to think I know. I was so sure I loved you
Sometimes I worry what you’ll thi… about these words I spew upon this… Not often. Not for very long. What of the form and structure?
I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,