(2014)
I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice