(2013)
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed
I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here
Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
There’s a furious raging mob out beyond the temple walls; howling with a lust for murder of the next contender for their cr… It's more to do with feral instinc…
I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly
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 see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
I cried again today, and I did not die. I even know why it is I cried today. Because the truth
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’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.