CHARCOAL WINDOW PANES

What a day

Some spirit from the past

Shown the way

Through your young woman

Frame, the new century

Somehow you have gained

Access too, so you slither

Through, like a girl

Just out of high school

Yet you re teach these old

Tools, the excitement for life

I guess this is why we have

December to May

I guess this is why we have

Somewhere to stay, tonight

Like you said last night

As you sketched my frame

Into charcoal window panes

Like some long lost artist

We all spin in our own

Universe and then we collide

And spin inside of someone

Else’s, but like they

Say on TV, everything

Is temporary, so for this

Beautiful cocoon to bloom

Let us sunny hot & perfect loom

I will take your hand to mine

Like a student that teaches

Me back, maybe I will

Sip from your veins just

A wee bit longer

Stronger we both

Seem to be, getting

And letting, things just

Be the way they are

Seems just right to me

I'M SORRY

Broken glass shatters

Back stabbed

The way home in blood clot

Trails to the morgue

It is what I still do best

Strapping you in the chest

With fatal mortal sized wounds

Rounds filled with nitrates

To soak your blood

Cause it’s like the old game

‘You hurt me, so I destroy

It all from the ground up’

Pulling

Falling

Again aching

The knife between my legs

Slices you apart

Destroy what was left

Linger for long

Something so pure

So white

Now drenched in blood

And disgust

The way I leave the place a mess

You just can’t help but scar

By this charring nature

The nurture of dysfunction

Keep our motors wheeling

On hot engine oil we function

Like coffee brewing in the morning

I stay awake all night, just

Hating myself even more, digging

Deeper trenches of shame

Guard the light

The name of the game

Escapism

When I was just a little boy

Looking for love

With blood on my hands

And everyone crying

Trying to leave

Now awake a man

And once again broken

Another heart

Even my own

I slice so smooth

Waiting, watching

Towards the front of the room

Asking

Please send someone please

Come to the rescue

Only to be laid to rest

In these pages

Someone come

To my rescue, to find these idle

Hands, digging, sinking

Deeper in muddled lands

Ruining your weekend

And our dream plans

Some sort of fantasy ending

No boundary, no definition

Just hurt, and pain

When my mind wanders

Back to your face

When your mind wanders back

To our place

I can’t help but wince

At how bad things really got

Un believable

Where we got off

This train wreck against the wall

Bodies scatter the hillside

Crash and burn we fall

Helpless, distant, we fail

INTO THE SUN

The river runs dry

Near the far end of the hill

The looking eye darker

Than before, the hour

Still clocking more

Shocking and dismantled

Carrying this bag of memory

Searching everywhere

For your scent

Somehow, disconnected

We have lost touch

No longer seeing your face

No clothes, no legs

Can’t even find the magazine

This month, so prove

To me you exist

Prove to me this

Wasn’t some final-fatal

Fantasy still believing

In me, the days ahead

May contain our laughter

And strides

Was such a dream to see

You, there in the night

Dressed in black robes, black tights

Boots and lip-gloss

Long hair and gloves

How the rain can wash

The city away

Why can’t I find the courage

To call you back my way

Still needing you, the night

The new door opened

And substitutions in place

Newer music, newer face

But it’s the comfort in the mess

I guess, searching for activity

And nothing less, than the best

I just don’t believe in bad timing

I believe in you and me

I believe I am the fool

Again because I believed

All the words you spilled

The days you thrilled

And put me, through

The times we made

Love so true

Watching you cook

In the kitchen

Burned into my hands

My forehead

Now looking at what

Was the present, now past

Burning this paper heart

So fast, where have

You gone into the sun