(2014)
just a poem about the beginning and end of a relationship
so violent and so succinct a ruby red spill that sprays a tru… a scab that’s formed over the eyes… a dark seam of pulled thread, what sound do they hear when they…
I’ve never met one as you you’ve done the world over beaten down every inch more than me, you say you’ve lived the life
If I could tell you the story Read you the journal of my life Could you listen without a judgeme… And keep your lips pursed tight If I could show you everything
solitude why do you hurt me so when all I ever wanted was a slice of your quiet I’m saturated
I throw the rope over the beam and stand upon the stool place the noose around my neck sob and cry and drool an unmistakable sadness
this carousel we amble against you sitting astride, me at the eye… it turns its face to spue dark mag… and again the picture is where we… our lethal dose of pandering
the sound of this land lays empty a dormant glaze pours through its… this opulent terrains bounty of pl… now shudders numb as birds recede the graveyards full of the living
this dark dug out hollow where the loyalties of men are hon… says more with an empty gesture than is ever said out loud, they want your blood and tears
you lived out your gangster fantas… through association rather than ab… you mingled with the bigger fish and your small crew grew and thriv… making money hand over fist
recoiled from a verbal picnic acid tongue fatigue sets in gestures replace utterance easier to mouth words unsaid
If I were you I’d be nicer Less abusive, more contrite If I were you I’d be happier Because your world contains no str… If I were you I’d think of others
honour my wishes, as I would yours until we meet again, shed no tears… remember love and laughter’s echo that’s my legacy, my love and hope… tread your memories and hold them…
it was less than heavy the smell was more subtle than str… an ethereal or angelic waft though my nose is often wrong, but I recall it so vividly
distasteful water flourishes in above the clouds race atop this mu… runes tossed didn’t seem to spell… as the verve of ignorance ploughs… one more pace towards a blast of s…
this cold pervasive slick of jealo… this blast of foaming envy, the choke hold grip of the monster its two emerald jewels that glare the inflated egos that perish in l…