Rooms of dust and souvenirs
Of paper stacks and ancient bills
She haunts these halls
She haunts the seamstress
The spinner, mannequins and mirrors
The mistress sees her in the patterns
As fabric takes another pin
The stitches ask a silent question
“Who on earth could you have been?”
Yet again a motion stirs her
A dab of light, perhaps a mouse
Sends a crack across the fragile
Emptiness of glitter-dust
She sees her when she isn’t looking
None as true and pertinent as grief
The dresses hang without a model
Not everything seems as it seems
I’ll never truly know her
Nor would I trade
The life I had
For the price of knowing
The little girl that could have been
Stars,
Oh, must you taunt us so
Your constancy deceived
Us, Patient-less, mislead
For you don't know
That we are here
We don't know
That you're long dead
I wish my heart
Would split and spill
Into our shared abyssal bliss
And stain the moon
Dye a nebula, or two
Debris will fall
And scar the sky
We will cry
"A shooting star!"
I know enough
To pull me up
Yet time and time
I am sinking down
Sinking down
Moon
Tell me, dear old friend
Are my loved ones okay?
Do they ask you the same?
If I'm well, if I ate,
If I am alive or I am dead?
Sky
Your blue - ain't quite the same
And the clouds are all wrong today
And the weight of the rain
Makes me wish
I was drenched
By the Black Sea instead
My shores are but spectres
Hundred billion of specks
Where I sat shaping castles
Now submerged to my neck
These waves used to know me
Now they keep me at bay
Country code, static silence
What to ask, what to say?
Sea
Your touches make me ache
You don't care
You will take
the rippling shores
The tulips in fall
Salt will bite at the copper
Rust their photos from my phone
My love,
We've built a home
Would you've ever guessed
Us, fleeting guests
Become the hosts
Hoisting up the drying rack
A flagpole on a mast
In the name of pairless socks
My love,
We're never lost
There's always something better
Somewhere, in another choice
In some other time
Yet no one else is here
With me
Like you
We may not last
As all must pass
Yet love aloud becomes a song
A tender heart
Will ring for long
Beyond its beat
My love,
He passed just after dawn
A friend has pawned his heart
For a fistful of self-worth
And yet, he sings
In every beacon eye
In every cradled palm
In every rescued word
In every lot he shared with joy
We may not last
As all must pass
Yet love aloud becomes a song
A tender heart
Will ring for long
Beyond its beat
I am the frameless blue
I am the ever-swaying brew
A flame that burns to burn
That dies to be
Voice dissolves into the air
A swipe reveals another layer
All comes into the pale light
And folds into itself
Time expands, my body sways
Across, within new-founded space
And for a drop, I am a god
Seeping into desperate earth
Another day, another night
Gently weep goodbye
And lay their pregnant heads
Upon my heaving chest
With nothing else to see
My eyes well up with dreams
Only to drown
Underneath the hopeful greed
My twitching heart, it softly bleeds
Down the valley, to the sea
Oh, mother, my heart, it bleeds
Down the valley, to the sea
Sharing is caring
Little pleasures
In tiny measures
Are good for you
In any quantity
A tease a day
Infuses the mundane with a tinge of
Cinnamon-cayenne
Our smiles are gently, gently
Daring
Shall we bite
A rendezvous?
Meet me at the corner of
Clavicle & Sternum
Just across the Earlobe Avenue
Those lamplit streets are full of
Possibilities
They are staring
Oh, the voyeurs they are
Well, we don't mind, right?
I don't -
Do you?