leaves of preydator

leaves of thought

thoughts of prey/predator

imagining the beginning the end

and some time for an in between.

if i said "i love you" one more time

could we change our minds?

would a difference be made

the second i felt the lonelies

creeping up my back and into

my unsuspecting heart?

swan dive--up and out over the simple

waves. the choice is crucial--

drill for speculations, live in vulnerability,

carpe diem until our diem can no longer carpe

or

swing in that soft hammock that life offered us.

listen closely to the words spoken in our ears,

examine, place time neatly in our pockets.

collect options like figurines on a shelf

fall fall apart

one to two

if only to travel the

road less travelled

and the beaten, reliable

path. oh life, you simple silly life,

how can i be expected to

get you right?

a sense of self

the cold cold metal and the dried blood.
Helps us forget what we could or would
have been.
the songs that wind their way through the
Ancient speakers sing of times we fight
times we cannot admit to them.
the winding music sinks its teeth into our
aching hearts.
The aching times of which we would not speak.
Dearest debtor, you have not paid your rent.
dearest boy, do you have what I had lent?
Time and time with footsteps in her wake--
nothing but fists held in our hands. Nothing
in our hands. to show. nothing to show.
Quiet lands filled with silent whispers.
Silence, then murmurs of what was had.
The bridges she kept moving back.
The dam she loathed and loved away.
Hands on your face, and tears form rivulets
on your angel skin. The whining music bites at our
ears. It holds a mirror. And challenges us. To see
ourselves.
Could you see yourself?
You writhing, mewling, retch?
and you claim to know the good of life.
You claim to know. you said you knew.
You craft the cancer that steals his breath.
You form the sting with the edge of your lips.
You let the siren song burn through his ears..
and the saintly blood
finds it's way back
to the felted earth.

nothing to say, less to rhyme

so close but even farther away.
so far and never closer.
"baby come back!"

broken broken

I run too far.
I'm left breathless
much farther than i've
been before.

it's a strange yet quiet
isle that is calm
but brooding, underneath.
the current and undertow
that drag and pull and
entice us to play on the
ocean floor. we succumb
we become
gravity
as we drift down down
to the bottom..

farther than we've come
before.

when will the day come?
the day the stopping just
doesn't have to happen.

stopsigns and stoplights
a thing of the distant past
your face in my hands
only my future.

you'll amputate my heart
in the wee hours of
the cruel morning,
you'll tear it right apart.
and the tears will float your
canoe and send you
drifting over the useless
dam. you'll amputate my heart
you'll cut through the armor
and the metal shields

what was given will
be lost. i say goodbye
to my love.
i say goodbye,
but my love my love
carried in your hands,
cannot be lost
when it is locked in my/your
broken broken heart.

reasons to leave/stay

the sounds come to a stop
stop.
the silence pounds.
the stir of your retreating
footsteps
consume my brain
in their awful
red cloud.
this is not enough

clouds drop tears
and the forecast is rain.
the forecast
is lonely.

alone.

absence makes the heart grow fonder
absence makes
for sad hannah.

absence makes for
to tell
the way i lost
my mind.
have i lost my mind?

i can no longer see myself
in a world without you.


see? without you i write trash.
my thoughts scatter on the wind
and down the drain
my thoughts abandon me.
i find no thinking going on in my head.
only hysterics.

for the benefit of no one

craft stories with the blades of grass
lining your feet.

live the summer, feel the breeze and
resist the heat.

sea change

pen to paper
only what hurts.
today this day that's today
its all too good to
handle.