There ain’t no more of me to give to you. Dry as the desert August wind high hopes for Love to quench There ain’t no more of me for you to pick apart Roadside raven plucked and torn There ain’t no more of me to give to you. My life–a shell of broken promises, A … Read more
Alone and waiting this ship I sail Greater depths of doldrums ne’er been Blistering sun, charring skin Nor whisper of wind–He let us fail Stagnant sails surface doubt On this course I chart anew Rumblings from the misfit crew Misfits and seekers, all the louts Return us not Onto craggy shores Though still waters not … Read more
My love is guarded She–a fortress surrounds Protected from outer forces, equal to those within Grappling beasts and chained dogs watch Keep her close Keep her safe Alone. She sits while Grappling beasts and chained dogs watch The thought of losing her–too much to bear, Only for he. Thus, locked she stays Grappling beasts and … Read more
Dance in the delight Of doubt. Find comfort Shrouded in arms of ambiguity. Grasp firm with fatigued fingers of faith, A lead weight. An anchor she sinks. To the depths Of the sea. Drop with her, and sink Down the dancing depths of doubt. Her resting place. Her home. Allow … Read more
Pull me through the darkness. I am numb to feeling anything: happy, sad, joy, anger, grief. Numb to feeling. Joy has escaped me–it’s left my body, taken a midnight bus to anywhere but here and taken the fine china of life with it. Why am I feeling so numb and empty? Help me feel again. … Read more
A vinyl record of Billie Holiday plays while a rust ring tub collects water from the galvanized faucet. The water, too cold to be comfortable, thanks to the building’s hot water supply. It’s as reliable as the drunk superintendent–an ex-navy career guy that drinks himself into a salt & pepper pickle daily and occasionally fixes … Read more