Monday, 10 October 2016

Ten, the Tone

Ten, the tone that rings the clock
Been waiting for this hour.
At three and four I thought I'd stop
But proves I'm just a coward.
I saw you once as what you were
But lied myself believed
Quick to batt an eye or two
I had myself deceived.
As hours round the year again
Your presence didn't miss
With every waking minute than
Your name fell off my list.
Came the suitors here and there
I'm all but fare to greet
I kept one a time or two
Though never in the sheet.
Why the longing face of mine?
Most quick to jump the bones.
I know to well this feeling I've
Reset the clock all lone.

Monday, 25 July 2016

We Have the Same Scar

We have the same scar.
The one on your shoulder
Right between the joint
Like a knife had pierced the skin just slightly
It bleeds
The warm red syrup drips from your seams
Like that one time I lost you.
Puffed and pale
Dead but alive
Hungry but full
You laid for weeks
Ever silent in your desperate stare
Vained and drained
I drove to see you
Slept in a chair by your bed in the room
Clawing to crawl close
But she too kept a presence
The newest of the bunch
So I made my return
Bought a ticket west
Sat in line for days
Anything but here
Anywhere but you
And the cold salt that ran from my eyes was silent,
Like you too.

Sunday, 15 November 2015

Speech Be Repeating

Speech be repeating
Itself over again,
Like words you’ve said before
But never really meant.
Once when you left me
I was not alone
My heart was cold and empty
But compensating was my tongue.
The liquor sweet to taste
The music dull to hear
Once I was in rhythm
The words became full clear
You said it once before
Some time in the beginning
All are lost who love you
Only you’re the one who’s winning.
So true to form and speech
Next time I’ll heed the signs
Those who warn in favor
Will never be full mine.

Wednesday, 11 November 2015


In the moon lit night
Across the windowpane came
The pitter-patter footsteps
Of sweet summer rain.
While the flooding light
Of the man in the moon
Left shadows across
The length of the room,
As a breath of wind
Made the curtains dance
In the melody of
A soothing trance.
Calling from the wild
The birds and the bees
Frolic from their heights
Nestled in the trees.
As they took their places
For the midnight hour
Silhouettes of our skin
The sheets to devour.

Friday, 19 September 2014

Everything Dies in September

Everything dies in September.
I feel you lurking.
Taking back what you once gave.

Petty petals off your stem digress
as downed autumn leaves to ground caress
and still, you want more.
For the taking is all yours.

Her sweet perfume six feet does lie,
beside her tomb, her alibi.
Ten years and four since seen her face,
shadows dawn where memories once placed.

And then there’s them, the pale and fresh,
the ones we knew, the ones we kept
close at heart til hearts burned out
and silenced words that once did shout.

For them we cringe when September calls,
to count your wins and lay them all
beneath the earth in caskets cold
to lay for years while the living stroll.

But little you doth know of this
but He who died for us to live
has saved for us a Kingdom Come
and there they wait to welcome us home.