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Nasty dirty evil little thing.
Call me call her call him.
Why didn’t you tell me?
Light up light down
Lay down lay me down
That’s how it starts.
Small and hot and few and far between.
One drink two drinks
We all drink to lay it down.
He knows she knows they know we know
And long before you know it
Something else will come along.
So you think.
But you think hard
And you think long
And I think short and fast.
And still that does not separate us.
The smoke of degradation floats around me
Curls slow.
I can smell it when I’m alone.
Alone
You know
You know when you’re alone.
It’s dark and sad
The clink of glass
On glass.
The ice it melts
So quiet that you hear
The gentle rustle of your coat
Or hers or his
You wish that it was yours.
And I appear from here and there
And here is everywhere
Is nowhere
Is now.
Now we see and we say nothing.
Ask no questions.
Question no reasons no motives no lies.
We lie together lay together
We have lain and lied
With each other
To each other
The other does not matter anymore.
More is where we fall short.
Come up quick
We’ve kept our distance
Distance keeps us close.
Echo down that long far hall
Closer to my room.
My house my life my heart.
It is so disheartening to see you there
Standing by the door
Waiting on some word
That you will never hear.
You only hear the words and words
Will just not care.
Care will not be helpful
Help me help you
And maybe help is on its way.
Far away and not too far
There is a place that I can go.
If you let me I will take you
Stay silent and watch the road.
Concentrate on now
And later you will find your own way home.
Home is the place where you dream of this
And this is not a dream.
Dream of gypsies
Hundreds thousands
Days are here and nights are gone.
They are gone
We are gone you are gone
I am going and going alone
Back into your nighttime dreaming.
Dreaming nights and nightmares
You will see me there.
Waiting walking waking.
Wake up.
I will pick you up
In a few short minutes.
Add comment July 3, 2009
And now I must go to bed
and dream of wild men.
And in the morning I am going to
put curls in my hair.
I didn’t know how the story ended.
Middle of the bed
Middle of the balcony
In a huge apartment
On the floor;
I will bet that you can’t remember
even half of it.
If you would dance with me
If you would lay with me
There was rain and we had rain
There was a jungle that you ran through
You were always chasing me
in the dark.
I could never get away.
Add comment June 23, 2009
Dragon eyes,
cold and green when they looked upon me;
I could make them red and fiery,
until they burned into mine
with an intensity I have never felt again.
It is hard not to think about this time in my life
when I want it back so badly.
Like the myth,
maybe it was not real,
and maybe you do not exist anymore.
Perhaps my dragon lover is only a ghost
in the shadows of my mind.
But I believe in dragons and ghosts,
and that is what you have become;
A spirit haunting my life.
And if that is all I can have,
then it is enough.
Add comment June 12, 2009
Do you love me
as always?
Lest I should believe it not true,
let it not ever be said.
After all,
summer returns again.
Behind a dark mask of night,
our frail hearts scream,
wailing,
love lost to winter’s sight.
It grows cold,
through winds’ change,
yours and mine.
Needs not strength,
but the heat of long days to survive.
Goodnight, sleeping prince;
We will wake once again
in summer’s light.
1 comment June 12, 2009
Just why the attraction was there only goes to show
How strange this place is.
No one in here knows about our magic kingdom
Though you try to give it away when you can.
Right now maybe you don’t care.
You think that you’re dying.
But your friends on the outside
Know about your dirty deeds
And secrets you thought were safe,
Only because you were playing.
It won’t take long until the armies called liberation
Come marching in,
Uncovering your deceptions
And lock you away.
When they come to question me,
For my own good I’ll say,
No,
I had no idea.
And yes,
I always thought that he was strange.
Add comment May 20, 2009
Riding the train–forever–
Or at least as long as it takes.
How far can you get on money alone?
On lust alone?
I am sure, now, that he will love me forever;
Cursed word no one really knows the meaning of.
I did not mean to make you love me;
But maybe I did.
It’s a crazy thing to go into my head.
My heart is a tangle of threads you don’t want to get caught in.
I can be the spider
Or the wolf.
I have fangs so well hidden
Sometimes I cut myself;
And dreams of milk and blood and bones;
Long, unassociated thoughts that carry me along the tracks that carry me home.
The farther I get away from you
The more I want you;
More than ever before,
Except, perhaps,
The first time.
Looking back,
I realize I can see my past
Clearly as it was with you,
Wild and feral
Drenched in sweat and sometimes blood.
I cut my teeth on you
And let you play the games you loved.
So many nights we wrestled with our youth;
Days spent lazy,
Waiting on the moon
And lady darkness.
I feel the urge to howl and hold my breath.
What comes will come so fast
And you’ve known the way for years.
It only takes one touch
One time in the dark
And I really need to be ready this time.
You talk to me through clenched teeth;
You have always talked to me like this,
No words that really help
Just desire
To dominate
To scream.
My head snaps back against the seat.
I am lost in a world that I can never return to
And tethered to one I can not understand.
I hate it here without you.
I hate it
And you can’t hear me say it.
Untamed, there is no place for us
And I would sooner be dead than live captive.
So,
I travel the roads we have always traveled,
Shadowed constantly by threats I can only feel.
Unafraid this time,
Knowing you are out there, somewhere,
Trailing behind or reaching ahead
Marking a path you know I will follow
Once I find it.
1 comment May 18, 2009
Green eyes have lost their color.
What used to be bright and clear,
Is now dull and hard to see.
I can travel the dark road of the past…
——————–
There is the town we grew up in
And grew out of;
Heat waves off the streets we roamed as children.
We were only learning then the many ways one road could take us.
There were a lot of streets in our town.
——————–
There is the school, where I was the teacher
To a brooding young man
Who did not know what his love would cost him.
Even now,
No longer so dark and troubled,
He hasn’t found the way to settle this outstanding debt.
——————–
There are the houses where we spent our time.
Lessons lay deep within,
Taught at the height of summer,
Preparing for the winter.
——————–
Those days were short.
Memory dims and stretches,
Distorts the images;
Makes you believe each day was endless.
And when you are sixteen,
Running toward maturity
The days are long and go by fast;
Now time has slowed us down.
I am not so young.
And the past has called to count.
——————-
Shadows fall but we are silent.
Heartbreak played so slow
It passes dim and dark and quiet through our night.
There will be no sleep until their memory is gone.
And even then,
The dead do not stay down for very long.
Add comment May 15, 2009
His motorcycle flashes past her,
Speeding as he always does
Through her life.
Like yellow raincoats on a stormy day,
He is a blur of bright color
Through a streaky window.
And although she knows it is him,
The distortion is confusing.
Things should be clearer,
She thinks to herself;
And he doesn’t think at all.
The faster he goes
The easier it is to stay in her life.
They are wasting so much time.
He
Trying to move through it quicker;
And she
Trying to stop it.
Add comment May 13, 2009
Pale green and grey,
We are like a quarry;
A rocky beach.
I surround you with my strength
Even though you do not want it.
I would give anything
For it to be different,
But the water is never strong enough
To wash away the stone;
To wear it down, yes,
But never to be gone.
I have given you what strength I can,
And you have chosen to ignore it;
As the water ignores the rocks it crashes upon.
But unlike the sea,
I will remain solid
And there for you,
Worn little through the passing years.
I am the wall of stone
That surrounds and protects you
From the harsher elements of
Yourself.
I welcome your green waters.
They are my own.
Add comment May 12, 2009
Funny how I thought I saw you today
As I passed by the window
On my way to the door.
I had to stop and look at your reflection in the glass.
I had to look hard to find myself;
To get real close,
And look into your face,
Until I could see me,
Small,
But there,
At the bottom of your eyes.
I raised up my arm
To wave to myself,
And I waved back.
Smiled to myself
And went out the door.
Add comment May 10, 2009
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