You and Me

You confuse me
like a contradiction
with all your broken words
half truths – that barely fill a page
a language.... you’ve discerned.

You make me....believe
then you take it all away
without a moral compass
you’re unsure of your direction
but to you – it’s just a game.

You hold my heart of glass
all those....fragmented pieces
each one a story – from my past
and you forget -
that each broken shard –
is still... a little piece....
of me.

You are a conundrum
a puzzle without a whole
no edges to define - and
I’m sorry –
but you’re incomplete.

You are a friend – family
part of this domain
you are indeed...just you
with a little part – insane.

You see – I know who you are
and you.... well – you know me.

So know more games
no partial truths
no this.... or that...
just honesty between -

You.... and Me.

Sour Love

I didn’t know
how to fall out of bed
everything she said
made my eyes drift away.

And I felt like a folded paper
that was read too many times
creased with all these edges
smudged....
with nothing left to say.

Now she tastes like sour love
red lips of wine and vinegar
poured.... into our bed of salt
she blames me
so she doesn’t have to blame herself.

I didn’t know
how to fall out of bed
everything she said
made my eyes drift away.

And I felt like a folded paper
that couldn’t -
fly away.

Still Just Me

My best days are when your name
is tasted on my lips. But when I call
to you, and sense the feeling of your dread,
what am I to say –
when my lungs collapse
and all the air.... has left.

But now I’m full of doubt
and everything I felt
is draining..... fast away -
but if I could reach across the street
you’d see.... that it’s still -
just me.

It’s Such A Rainy Night

It’s such a rainy night
when all I can do
is close my eyes.

I tried to pack...
my emotions up
to shrink myself down
but I don’t fit this life -
it’s just too loud
to live in -
it’s just too cold at night.

I’d call....
but you’re too far away
and I’m -
too far from home.

But I know you know
my darkest hours
and the beauty
from those ashes.

So I wait and listen...
music is my escape
because there’s madness
it that hope....
and tenderness in you.

It’s when you sing to me
that I hear the story of my life
and your voice carries me
to you -
despite the rain ....
tonight.

The Aftertaste Of Yesterday

What are those roses
you hold between your teeth
the bitter taste of sweetness
or the aftertaste of yesterday
and lingering taste... of her.

Do you still savour songs
while you dance around
the guttered streets of longing
or peel the pages
looking for the love beneath.

You smell of whiskey sours - sitting
too long - in that worn out chair
watching - the dizziness of trains
and the clatter of those who drawl.

The ocean only cries
if you watch it wave goodbye
so what sadness do you seek
while you’re waiting....
there is no happy ending
if you only have eyes -
for you.

“If” I Could Only Swim

If I swam to the bottom of the lake
could I catch the stones
the ones that didn’t skip
but found another way.

If the world was different
no choices at birth
or predispositions
no boundaries for life
would there be forgiveness
if I chose another way.

If I drowned
would it be from fluidity
or would the current
slow me down.

If there was- - - - - - - -
an absence through the walls
could I bear the silence
or could the silence -
bear me.

If I were a rock
would I skim across the water -
would I sink.

If I could only swim ....
would I find -
me.

I Can’t Sleep Tonight

Dark folds beneath my skin
which show the poisons path
will you caress this night
can you forgive my sins -
or did someone sell my soul.

What time is it
I can’t sleep tonight
do you have a watch
to catch my seconds .-.-.-.
as I peer through these eyes –
glasses of reality
searching for an angel
perhaps they’re just spies.

Lights on walls, which flicker by.....
coattails which don’t look back
like leeches drawing blood
what was it that they preached
as I watched them walk away
I am just a target of defeat.

Emotion prey on me
spinning through my blood
dark folds beneath my skin
leave me -------
searching for an end.

What time is it -
I can’t sleep tonight
is it morning yet
I’m tired of this spinning night.