Minuteglass

There were none to offer solace For the time that had passed me by Had me, pass it by. Grains of sand As they trickle through, Decamp the morbidity of the mortal realm Fathom all the life and suspend their self into death Only enough to lick it bare and drop it there. Stays not for the…

Lovers Parting at Sunrise are Not in Love

Let’s pretend that we are stuck in the wooden frames of the mind; of the room that hums rhythms off the wall Where the melody scatters with the droplets of my soul’s raging storms. Let’s rewind to the coffees and cakes and teaspoons of love and tenderness that lifts off all that heart’s ache  At…

blues/roxy

As I wait for the salt swelling up in my eyes to stop stinging the corners and cut the misery back, I stare into the dark pool that now rests at my feet, The undercurrent thoughts that now hang by a thread On the wall where imagination casts its blue on the memories. I fabricate…

Seedless Utterances

Ideas leaking out of the nibs fail to present sense on paper, pretend to slip away in the air exhaled as a sigh escapes my lips. Words that seem to rest on the tip of my tongue forever now resurrect and march back in thick lines of guilt wreaking havoc between the wires of my…

Love in the Dark Alleys

What do you know Of the stifled laughs and dirty shirts In the allies that breathe the darkness, All the night skies squeezed into a ball That lay in the pocket of your denims And tossed into ashtrays of crystal What do you know  Of the stained glass rims And smudged lips In the cheap hotels …

Standstill

It’s left us In all its glory A passing whiff of our pasts Throwing in scraps of memories Down my throat, Leaving me breathless Choking on air and crumbs of what was left of us. All I ever do is sit silently Waiting for it to drown me in its gigantic aura Crushing the lilacs…

Requiem for a Sinner

Stepping into the room   with tears ebbing   the rims of my eyes.   threatening to burst into   drops of cold ice.  Swirling in my mind   a thousand words   jumbled up and muddled   stuck to the knots   crushing my throat.  I wish I could   but I can’t   scream or cry or speak.   It chokes me   crushes me  …

Modern Revolutions

The dust that I harbour in the magnanimity of these ruinsswirls through the confusion and quiet collusion now in a spin running down the minds and the bones.Tracing the fading trails of a smashed Tennessee Somewhere in the deep wounds of their gory bodies.Trembling before the Triad with a smoke tucked under tonguesPraying in the laments of neon….