Not a Hero

It all started on the page
and my misgivings made you rage.
I guess I should have saved the day,
but I'm only human.

Now I'm just a satellite 
orbiting the debris of gods.
I look up to the Heavens
and pray I see a spaceship 
so I know I'm not alone.

Drama queens and suicide kings
showed me how to carry on
with slight of hand
and a little smoke,
something's sure to finally go wrong.

And it's something unintentional 
but it matters all the same,
Under a thick fog of medicine
I accidentally caused you pain.
I hope you know I was grasping.
I love you with all my might,
I'm not a hero or a martyr
but with you I'd share the night. 

Icarus

I'd sail back to reality,

if I only had the wings.

I don't regret a single moment,

but I'd change a thousand things.

I'd repair my mind

and turn back time,

I'd move beyond ghosts I remember.

I'd sail to you 

and make you swoon,

with lyrics to my song of September.

I would sail back into your heart,

if I only knew the way.

My wings melt and I refuse help,

I only wish my love to stay.

The Poet

Apologies unknown and broken bones,

grieving ghosts giving up on their own,

and my mind is a skeleton,

of ivory and puzzles.

Cream spilling into hot black coffee,

swirling like curls of dragon smoke.

Some say let go softly.

 I say never, never, let go of hope.

I try to lose the heavy hanging thoughts

in my banged and stained coffee cup,

diving deep into that fathomless void 

until I'm gasping and come up.

So I'm here in the bitter end.

I've got a smoke and a grin.

 I'm pacing like a tiger,

but at least I can say that I'm writing again.

Ghost Ship

Ghost ship sailing

in the middle of the night.

Sailing like the devil 

before high tide

surrenders to the light.

I try not to wonder,

a derelict.

There comes a time 

to pack it all in.

Everything’s more temporary

than the tattoos on my skin.

Leave no trace.

We’re all destined for dust,

train station love and carousel rides

we can never feel too much. 

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

Namaste

Change is everything.

It is science, unyielding

and a benefit to the device of time.

The universe will settle the score

as I become more aquatinted

with this fumbling clumsy world.

I promised you to my regret

our love I would never forget

because you have been driving around corners

alleyways and curves

advancing upon my house.

Winter's heavy in her retreat

and scrapes her shapely fingers

across the rippling city limit lights

flashing bleary rainbows

in front of my parade

down the rioting avenues of reclamation.

I chose freedom from the start

living with yourself

is half soul and half smarts.

Like the stealthy midnight phantom

I float as I enter midnight pews,

all the prayers and all the songs

but it's blasphemy I ensue.

Let me dance in the incoming tide

because I'm blood and water and ink inside.

So here comes the part

where I want to believe.

Your mind is a landscape

and I don't want to leave.

My ivory angel promises nothing

remember we are tigers in the fall.

We are nothing but dust on old books

and the self consuming fuel of stars.  

Star Catcher