Orb of crimson hue
Whose power wrought
Sapphire shades with light,
Do you pull the clouds to you,
Merely to sear their
drifts from sight?
Scarlet star, caressing
earth from times behind
my sleeping eyes,
You paint sunflower faces
with blushes and wishes,
that follow your journey
to faraway places.
You live in the breath
of every tree
though they live
jaded by your light,
And as your haunting
songs resound, I wonder
how they think you trite-
As I must wait for
Sunscape to fade,
For you to creep into my cave
a while and stay,
to sear my shadowed form
with unspent heat
you kept at bay.
We burn as twilight reigns
Consuming stolen shade.
I continue to wish,
But you cannot stay on land,
And though I clutch your rays
They crumble as feathers,
Between my pale hands.
Tie me to the tracks
in a monochrome romance,
With velvet rope
on unwilling wrists-
Flower-bound but uncrushed
Unlike lips against your neck
and cheek and chest.
We know the train is coming.
But I hold your tiger’s eyes,
Clear as cut quartz
Unblinking as the moon
that sometimes hides
But permanently resides-
omniscient.
Still, the train is coming.
Even as I’m tied
My moans are(n’t) cries,
The metal at my back
a caress,
humming with power,
The volume increasing.
Sparks unceasing.
The train is coming.
And you’re going-
We hear the whistle blowing.
But as everything stands
Will you untie my hands?
[Dedicated to D.]
I was the last to taste your skin-
Surrendering you to sin.
The paths we make are ones that will break-
And I know it’s borrowed time as you’re not mine.
But still I think when you are gone,
About the life you carry on-
with other lips and other hips
you wind through time
as I pump out rhyme.
And I don’t mind and I’m not blind
as to the love you may refind
I just hope this distance won’t remind
you to look behind.
I can’t decide if I’m your toy-
yours to play with and destroy
or just as selfish as you
I just hope your words are true.
And you’re not selfish
Really?
Are you?
I wish I could live just for now,
without a wonder as to how
it will all turn out.
As the conclusion is without-
-much hope of this, of us and peace
I fear there’ll never be release
for me until I descend
without purpose, love or friend.
Simplicity was not for me.
I’d rather be a mayfly-
live and fuck, then swiftly die.



