Poems (1) mine Our spirit belongs to our spine It condenses the past To flood the present a hand over on what is Mine. Mine: Mine! A moment of ecstasy, A membrane void of time, cells with memory If you touch yours, I feel mine. Our spirit guides our spine A hand in
Poems under the eye There is a look Under the eye Calls itself a friend Lover, by surprise You may miss it thinking about the Scene You will miss it if your heart is at expense — It makes it self at home In the kindest of places In the sweetest of frames Calls itself
Poems Rupture and Repair It’s in the steps It’s in the crawl It’s in the walk It’s in the talk It’s the degree of care – After a rupture You get to care After a rupture There needs to be repair — We do the dance intimate, extrovert if you dare
Poems no clue needed when you speak, people listen when you write, people learn when you move, people stop and stare when you doubt, no one is there when you cry, you can't say why when you lie, who is there to try? When you moan, how will you ever get into
Poems Remembered Rapture Hold on or hold out A moment of rapture A record of doubt Are you ready to repeat Or ready to leave as we recognise one and other in the face of our foundations, stripped of artifice. shadowboxing naked pretence in front while seeking repent in the back is a
Poems Home The life you lead will lead you out of the red into the blue The life you lead sinks deep into you Pores wide open A life story, a token of a life lead out of the blue, into the arms of all the parts that make you feel at
Poems Featured Promised Hour Hours in, hours out the outcome is what it's all about. The good get better while the blessed say whatever the cards may be, will be. Let's just be! Can you just be? That's how the tortoise & hare Came to be Circles drawn
Poems land in laughter Alone considers all in one the picture and the pieces Line and laughter delivered. Alone is good enough Or much too much. Alone slides down a staircase landing in laughter. See, alone is seen as crazy to a crowd, but really alone is to relate with the crowd. It'
Poems Pint of Contradiction I like you the way I like my beer Cold, with care for my liver A pint of contradiction. The warmth of your day warms mine. A little diversion from my depression. You care, and I care about you You let me share all that made me blue, but this
Poems One in three One in three that’s what you are to me A muse My muse Care to amuse, me? I’ll be polite Only if you promise me Promise me to stay. You have an awful track record Every time I ask you, You slip away Further each time Out of
Poems Miles Away genius to many, every day to him. a weight on his shoulders, a presence within. to all, a house glued together. to him, a kind of blue cools darkness into a sophisticated hue. torch to his lips he leaves a trail, & takes no shit. a myth, a legend, a
Poems Compass for closure Someone once told me closure happens in one even though it starts with two. You can accept your own without their attention. Sure, it’s not okay to begin with, but you shiver in recognition, knowing you’ll be more than okay. A compass for closure has no runway but
Poems behind your iris behind your iris a tiny mirror, I stare. are you built top down or do you react primal bottom up. is it home in there or do you leave it cold, empty, bare. a summer room to rent? or a frame wrapped in autumn air. do you let just anyone
Poems dangerous grounds To be wanted on such dangerous grounds, light up a cigarette and smoke her till her very last breath. Must be sure Must be real Spin her a line It’s easy as 1,2,3 And sure, she’ll spill. So plain in display insecure frame of view, calls
Poems Parallels never touch To stretch a hand out would mean to touch To touch an empty venue takes a while to steer. A stop nears the start with no reach in clear. It’s that way, the way of nature, how parallels never touch It’s the way an equation does not bend
Poems calm outlines we travel far only to be close. I trace your outlines you take in the manic praise. I am calm in your presence you accept the sea of hands. Both can sense, in order to return to ourselves we got to fold. That way both can have enough to hold.
Poems point of royal you left blue on a red canvas it is supposed to mix, royal. so how did you shade in and turn away at the point of royal?
Poems A spectacle to leave before being left to break before being broken to burn before being burnt to be the rule not the exception to be the one in hold of the above is the quickest way to place a cycle on repeat.
Poems Your mother's, mother She follows you from left to right as you clean up her stone. You are sure you could never feel alone. As her eyes trace your outlines you refresh her flowers, leave a fig and light up a cigarette for they were her favourites. So much so that a new
Poems beyond the why I sought shade from the sky I sought death in your eye I sought age in a place beyond a page I sought you, even when you neglected me. I used to dream of people like you, now I wonder why. "Because cages are formed from the letter I.
Poems loud in balance it's love until they leave it's lust until they come it's long until they cut it short it's a try until you have it's a fight until you win it's a union until the other swings it'
Poems a dog to a bone face the bite swallow your fright change your space be the bone to a dog unconditional might be true for an animal as sophisticated as you you could be a race you could be a play you could be the change you could let it all in, like a dog
Poems Featured a mark and the print Your print is taken But a mark That is yours for the making Your print is taken At birth to witness where you were made in Your print is forsaken But a mark is yours in the waking Your print is blatant But a mark is made only in the
Poems composure for two you begin in body I end in mind you lose all composure I stand my ground you lie, awake I lie awake Both lie for the sake of composure.
