I love the man who
angrily cut out my tongue.
Blessed is this silence.

sitting watching
valley veil
the warmth
on me
the cool
the shade
collects

I keep these moments
like pages
outlined with my thoughts

I stare in depth
and distance
diluting

all the pretty pain
folded like a worn knife
I take in rain
patterned dark

how In love
at arms length
you mean

my shadow fills

Question Of Survival
part I

inconsequential thoughts
roamed randomly through her head.
too weary was she to concentrate
on the uncaring things he'd said.

selfish and insensitive
when he was high on coke.
he was like a stranger,
so easy to provoke.

When he laid his hands on her,
it was a tumble of the dice,
whether he'd bruise her skin
or touch of heaven's slice.

looking down at empty hands
void and unfulfilled
hopes and dreams lost
to abandoned thoughts

eyes turn up toward the sky
a scream of anguish is hurdled
as angels look down
and wonder why

a sound of thunder is heard
not the answer expected
for the question
which was applied

a sudden stab
as if a heart attack
while pain strums on strings
of a battered heart

another loss, there is no wayside
where you can fall
a yoke is carried like a torch
and time is vast like space

So, sagas will often continue
curious momentum has been known to do,
Fred's wrists were so swollen,
he was tied up and stolen,
by the "anti-lawn jockey" crew.

Well, Freds' concern ever broadened
courtesy his serendipitious trend,
with no possible way,
tied up Fred could get away,
he was in dire need of a friend.

I gazed, into her listless eyes
and saw the vacant haunting stare
the lilting echo of her cries
reverberates, though she's not there

I strained, to catch a fading glance
amidst the fogginess and haze
in hopes that faith maintained a chance
if only it could catch, her gaze

some friday mornings
i feel like a poet
watching city rats emerge
from their blood shot eyes,
the chrome fume nights

and the decent people
going to work are
pretending not to see

dressed in glass stockings
with whore blurred lips

i too want to disappear
into my cave, slink like
lounge lizards,
to sleep off the
woes
that wash over
other people
like holy water

to call and ask
if we can watch the eagle
fly across saturday's
windy air-dried sheets

Mono-cultured, molded hard
by centuries of God and Science
to fit all narrow views
of harsh judgemental rule
and smug sureties
of so-called facts,
we move through life
as sightless as smooth worms
through blinding earth
or blackest ocean,
segmented lives
squirmed lightless underneath
impossible twin depths
of scientific fact
and doctrinal belief.

swirling eyes
closed inside closets
the black
seeps into my blood
as your voice
weaves stories
outside of a star's warmth

pulling heart
I sweep
sleep
from the sun,
cover myself in silence
waiting
waiting
as if floating
outside of body realms

a click of light
in the dark,
the need
that pulls breath to you
from me
and I fall
from heaven's door

Daddy

The door slams shut just like every night
I hear his heavy footsteps climb the stairs
I slide deeper and deeper below the cover
Maybe tonight I'll be free from nightmares

The dark of night brings a beast to my bed
No dreams of fairies, just terror instead

My door swings open, just like last night
I hear his laboured breath as he closes in
I screw tight my eyes and hold back tears
My body freezes as he touches my skin

The dark of night brings Daddy to my bed
No shining Knight, just horror instead