Frame

Eyelids start to flutter like a camera made to holdUs in a moment that was warm before the blood was turning coldEnough to stop us in our tracks before the facts were ever toldIn any way that really mattered and they mattered more than gold Hidden neath a summit that we knew we couldn't reachUntil … Continue reading Frame

Snow

The scattering light doesn't travel as far and the windows are wearing their ageThe edge of tomorrow is sitting alone in a cold and ephemeral cageAnd here I go trying to smile againAnd pretend there's a storyOf fortune and gloryThat needs to be placed onto paper with penBut I can't even fill up a page … Continue reading Snow

Weep

Take me where the flowers never bloomed and never willAnd happiness is in a pillThat doesn't know the word "until"And with their petals ever stillBeneath the tomb of what we killSo can we decorate decay with lily, rose, and daffodil Tell me that the sun is hidden low behind the crestWhere only death was made … Continue reading Weep

Perhaps

Perhaps it's not the same when I'm the one who doesn't speakWhen you decide it's time to hide and I don't care to try to seekI think there's a relianceOn my effort and complianceThat would seem to guarantee that we remain forever weak Perhaps I volunteered to be the ink and not the quillAnd be … Continue reading Perhaps

Appease

I've chosen to acceptOr maybe chosen not to weepFor all the misbegotten lullabies and dreams forever sweptBeyond the momentary purchase that my hands could never keep I'm letting go of thingsOr just the ones that let me goBecause I move so imprecisely when they tighten up the stringsAround the hinges of my happiness which always … Continue reading Appease

Do

With words of meaning all reduced to naughtAnd half the words that came before, it seems we both forgotSo all that can remain are where the pinsPressed into the flesh, so we remember how to bleed but never quite where all the agony begins I look upon this old and weary loomWhere words I used … Continue reading Do

Level

Placing first a pound of flesh upon a golden scaleSo you can tell me, "Love, when true, would offer more,"And so, with edges dulling, do I choose how next to failDiscounting how I'm growing soreBecause it's love, and you imploreAnd after all, how could you ever in my agony so revel? Then it's just another … Continue reading Level

All

If all the weary passengers I'm seeingWere really ever passengers to places I could goI wonder if they'd see me as a person merely fleeingFrom the places they were headingOr the ones they're merely dreadingOr to "trust me, when you see it, you'll know" In truth, it's been a while since a personWas passing any … Continue reading All

Omissions

Long ago, I found a vacant field A home, dilapidated, on the fiction of a crumbling foundationGiving meager thought to if the imagery appealedTo any message I beheld I guess avidity prevailedAnd so I labored all the while just creating for the sake of some creation Sowing seeds of negligent regardAnd patching up the windows … Continue reading Omissions