There are no such things as broken hearts, or mourning for some defunct days of ecstasy, or remembered kisses, or pining for that which now lies gaping and missing. There are today these….billions of hearts suffering through the lack of love. Let us avow in this quiet endeavour, remove the hard cloaks of what weContinue reading “Untitled 5.0”
I’m stifled by the odour and the smog, the filth and decay, the strain of bills that must be paid, the intervening days that fall between you and me. I rush through it all – to get back to you. It won’t come soon. But Night brings quiet; a fragrant darkness falls upon the land.Continue reading “For Kati”
I lie awake….eyes searching for the light. The sun bleeds in through the blinds, to the White painted walls. Birdsong fills my heart…This most ephemeral day. I breathe in the scents of flowers and think of you, and how Those bridges blaze again in my mind. But Chemtrails, and boom, and Muffled television noise, TheContinue reading “The White Room”
It was sort of a good day. There were no cops, so I pressed 80, Drowned my ears in fast and happy music, drove far, far away from there – the storm ravaged destruction, the uprooted nights, the vista of shards and broken roofs: receptacles of pain and falling angry rain…splinter-filled hearts, and deceit.
I can’t remember if there were stars, or if moonlight fell softly upon the leaves. I was…blind to the spectacle but not the spectre of a loveless night. I wanted again those guarantees that once lived in my heart. But the night exudes ill its breath and returned to me an ocean of scents: theContinue reading “Night Breeze”
Last night the wall between time and forgotten memories melted away, and like magic you were there in my arms. It was in that waiting age of innocence and juvenile depravity, the brooding quiet before the storm, the quiet hunger that you stirred in my veins. But as you plied me with sweet confessions ofContinue reading “Juvenile Tigers”
Eyes of indifference and ennui, What would it take to light your fire? Cast not wide your heart, for at your feet nimble and ready I am waiting. Won’t you let me be your spark?
Here…midst the scents of fresh grass, the flowers, the trees, Some ineffable thing drowns me. Or I’m as the sheep, or the day to the fangs of night, so meekly I offer it my heart.
Away from the Clatter of tongues and teeth, The arid earth that lies grim and furrowed, Black tasseled corns and Hearts of steel, I awake only to go back to a dream.