At The RacesAt The RacesMore Like This
Toy cars are chasing one another
Through city streets on a rainy night
Drops splatter on the windscreen
And undress traffic lights
They melt, then mesh; colorful rills
Running through obscurity
The yellow car wipes rainbow sweat
Off its forehead right on the asphalt
And the red car slips...
Motion consumed in velocity
Causes a glitch in the game
Put on repeat but never the same
Quite out of breath and slightly out of juice
The black car lost the other black car off its sight
During their corporate fall
When you accidentally hit the coffee table
And turned it over on the side
In a clumsy attempt on rolling over the source
Of my shadow on the sofa
I wrap my leg around yours
Biting the keys off your bottom lip
DryadDryadMore Like This
Born amid stars, sprouted a sprig divine
Followed by twig sprung out of fertile soil
Gold dust and feathers her temples shall foil
While juicy vines around her wrists entwine
One of forest folk like her mother dear
Robed in sheer sunlight, hair with bloom adorned
Sings tune of wisdom to heart of acorn -
- Oak tree, the home to that her life adheres
Angel of timber, woodland's tender ghost
Nymph with green wings of silky foliage
The branches provide shelter and salvage
To harmless soul that once tree dies, is lost
LullabyLullabyMore Like This
A thousand stars shine bright
In midnight sky
They keep the dreams alight
For you and I
When darkest hours hatch
And nightmares creep
The eyes of heaven watch
Over our sleep
Careful DesperationMore Like This
As a star in the fog, this desire dims until it can barely be seen.
Until I watch it slip closer to the edge and fall headlong into the void.
This memory is one I long to forget as powerfully as you wish to crush it..
Hands grasping blindly towards it as if it weren’t made up entirely of air and loss..
As if it ever really mattered in the world we created.
That world of careful desperation.
Of avidity manifesting as bloodied, aching fists,
Drops of moisture falling onto trembling mouths,
And a heart quaking in anticipation of what would never be.
Had your name ever been more than a strangled moan?
An exhausted whisper, echoing inside a heart of granite?
Slowly, I would drag my fingers across it..
Waiting with all I had left to feel it soften against my fingertips.
To feel it give way to the heat erupting from my every pore..
Though the harder I pressed, the more I felt my own bones fracturing.
The more I felt my understanding of you dissipate..
The more I felt my body cave