On the coast
I don’t like to boast
Is the most
Penitent lighthouse to ever fog horned
I’ve got to tell you
I’m not trying to sell you
I can ring a bell for you
About this lighthouse so adorned
I’ve crossed many seas
I’ve broken to many a ocean breeze
I beg you on my knees
The lighthouse is the sight for captains forlorn
I’m eating the last
Of the salty crusted bass
And at the tip of the mast
My lookout shouts for spotting the glalore’n
Purple sky darkens
I cannot apologize for this present marking
Sealed with my lonely life
Peeled like a bone thife
Marshal right
Why I’m so cold, distant from plight
Partly my thoughts, partly my fright
Scared like I am
Of all these thing that can and have
Traumatized by their shouts and fights
Mind anexity going at the speed of light
Part and marshal, white distance frightful
Will any grass grow in my barren mind?
Salted as it is by hate, cold, hard, fire and brimstone that isn’t even real
It’s my birth of the color
Caution, doors open outside your head but inside your mind
And mine were shut such a long time ago
You were the only one who ever opened them
Fruit cake. Fresh and ready to age.
Old cirious books. Cold weather.
Guitar heroine, in blond hair.
I hold this card
Little bit of paper
I’m nothing here
I not
Visit you
I’m sorry.
Hollow now, I stand
The wombat I drew
I’m not even sure it got to you
I couldn’t come
I hold this card with the moon
And I just can’t stop thinking about
How I couldn’t visit you
Gentle careful aches for touch
Much sense filled to almost brimming
In your kisses I am swimming
Bring, bring us tendril islands
Let’s go together
Lost on our island forever
Never, ever be anything but us
Oh, flounder and thrust
Tickle, trickles into a caress
I’m sorry but I might make a mess
Wispering silence as much as you can best
The lick of a breast
For long our nibbles
Trouble with tribbles
Plays quitely on your TV
I steal a kiss passionately
Clever girl, your gasping breath says
Tendril of your tounge finds
Sipping your wine, for it’s time
For partaking of mine
Tendril islands
Put into motion
Drinking this potion
Lost in my ocean
Trees sitting still in autumn rain
Sometimes, music comes to me
Pain, goes and sits and watches
It’s just a reminding present
Of my body’s sore and broken promises
Past my mistakes and indeed was it fate?
Decided and debating and devised
In my head it’s always active like a new hive
White is my life, grey woman is my namesake
But new green, shoots and roots
Grow in my hair
I’m sure they’ll be the new trees ready to stand
Still in the autumn rain
1. I’m just as bad as all of the rest
Telling the truth today
It’s just a featherweight fighting for rate
Getting the bell because it’s used
Stony sand and a beer in a half pint
Singing with motorcycles blooms
Chorus:
But I don’t see how
Rick and his brother still love
It’s all 9 hells and a few more to quell
Just down and down and down and down
2. I’m just as hurt as the man in the pond
Shooting up black opium
Hark the herald devils singing you home
Warehouse spaces left empty
Homeless emotions see the memory
Murder distance from trendil energies
Black wheatgrass is the dark blue storm
Sleeping arrowheads longing to morn
Juice of the corpses
mortuary sorted
Standing at the camp
Humors, bile and can’t
It’s hard to see the souls of dead
Trying and waiting bled
Juice of the corpses
loose faithful mortals
Black wheatgrass wearing the hailstorm
A dress from a maelstrom
A wasted crop for all
NB: this is from my personal archive of poetry.
Closed inside my mind
I feel so tight
intwined
oversized
in doubt
no one to shout
no one to shudder
chartered and begotten
I want to belong
I don’t feel a part
Of this life
anymore
It’s not me
It’s not me
To feel this way I am so unfree
To feel this way I am so unfree
Make me whole
shadows you cast
the darkness is sort
the blackness of nought
the shades of shimmered shame
I shielded by my own innocence
my exposure is a discourse
a thinking sin-course
I no longer can stand it
I want no more part of it
I have to be free from it
It’s not me
It’s not me
To feel this way I am so unfree
To feel this way I am so unfree
Make me whole
moonrise
moonrise
moon shall rise tonight
moonset
moonset
moon shall set tonight
and in the darkness
just before dawn
there is a human
whose thoughts are lost and forlorn
whose night did not pass
whose name is known
was a mighty warrior shot down in the gloom
It’s not me
It’s not me
To feel this way I am so unfree
To feel this way I am so unfree
Make me whole
I need to express myself
I need to be free
I feel no longer this way about me
Take me home
Take me out
Take me to my love
Or just shoot me then shout
Let me make
My own mistakes
shelter me no more
from the world of the beef stake
the slaves who make shoes
the payers of rules
the knights who say ni
the seamless cloth
approach to management
the philosophy of dais
deus ex mechana
nullus anxitas
nill combustomus pro fumo
Closed inside my mind
I feel so tight
intwined
oversized
in doubt
no one to shout
no one to shudder
chartered and begotten
I want to belong
I don’t feel a part
Of this life
anymore
I am no longer hidden
Shuffling blank space
Filled out my mind
Maze and stars gaped
Fluid acrid staples
Bodies fell on Naples
I’m done trying for empty beds
I’m sure they’ll heat the songs
Pallid gentle gongs
Such blue walls
I’m sinking in wooden doors
I’m drinking my day
Winning lace
Crumble the craze
Apples drowned in plague
Ringing ringing gongs
Shouldn’t call
Full house
Ace of clubs
In the streets and on the bus
Lightning fired from hearts
Speed frothing at the mouth
Rooted in the deepest pit of the minds
My word are they crazy?
Hitting, smashing, raging
Expending dangers like apples thrown against you
One might hurt
They have hillsides full of this
Rage filled apples
To throw
Arrived by their inhumanity
Furiously battled
Curing all down
Like helpless cattle
Hated by
Thinking gone
Nothing but rage
Till the moment they stop
Sadness then comes like a
full stop
