Flimsy

…..a tough facade…

If you look too closely
You will see that I am just
Holes tied together with string

Forsythia

…look for me there…

…new lyrics for a tune coming soon; about to burst out of itself…

Sliver of the setting sun
The only thing good in this
Crooked old worn out
Broken down day

All those damaged and wasted times
Those shabby places I try to hide
I just keep walking around
Walking around my mind

So let me slip those clothes
Right off you lover
Let me break all the clocks in our house
And let time carry us away

Let me soothe you
With my fingers
And when you’re settled down
We’ll turn back time for a while

Chorus
Forsythia blooms for you my darling
Lose the shadow, it says to you
You’ll weather this and a whole lot more

Your roots are deeper
Your roots are deeper than this
Your roots are deeper
Your roots are deeper than this

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Grief’s Gluttony

...where nothing will grow...

grief doesn’t stop to chew
it swallows happiness
in giant gulps that lay
a lump in its throat and
burn its stomach
long into the night

grief leaves you
so cracked and dry
you could just crumble and
blow away on the wind
it drinks every last drop of you
and calls for another round

grief wakes up miserable
and claws down
every last glimpse of hope
that stumbles on its path
get rid of that smile, it growls
before I smack it off your face

the season

spring wafts in with her
that pink cherry blossom hair
a haiku in bloom

for that girl with the stunning smile…she’ll forever catch my heart…

Seeing Through the Dark

...the distance from dark to light...

And what will I have then
When these eyes dry out?
When the pigment drains away
And the green grass delights no more?
When the wary thrush,
Perching precariously on toothpick legs
Disappears completely
Into the background
In a coat of hidden colours?
Will his fear fade too?

Will the ink from this pen
Turn to white
And lay useless on the page?
Words about nothing
For no one to read out loud?
Will the only place worth writing on
Be the blood-red insides of me?
Poems trapped inside
The clogged arteries
Or that hardened heart of mine?

And where will your eyes settle then
When mine are gone for good?
Will they stare right past me
As if I was never there at all,
No shadow to contrast the light?
Or will they lift up and over me
Drift higher and higher
On a heavenly current
Toward those divine gates
I couldn’t reach?

Drowning Out

music hangs thick in the air
It floats and fills the room
it replaces the oxygen
and drowns the doubts of the day.
it’s both heavy and light
it’s soft but i cry
i breathe it in ’til
my thoughts are bigger than me.

it crawls in my ears
on its highs and its lows
it drains out and
crowds out the noise
the clamor and clang
of a day gone awry
it’s a song with a
melody clearer than me.

Once Enough

I once flew the length of you
your peaks & valleys & hollows
and all your shadows too

I once drew the curves of you
the bends & turns & corners
every arc and arch I knew