Wreckage

You are my most compelling vice.
The round tips of you fingers
whose touch no longer lingers
through my affections,
nor across the fiber of my compassion.
You had the blueprints of my heart
and piece by piece you dismantled it.
I built a flying machine
from the wreckage of your chaos.

Bonfire

There’s something calling

from the blue moon ascending,

and the light of the bonfire

sweeps over your skin.

I light a smoke and don’t think twice

about how I hadn’t in six months.

The past doesn’t count,

when night is falling.

When night is falling the joker’s wild.

It’s dare or double dare;

no room for the falsehoods of truth.

Graveyard statues see the night time

breathing freely in the fog,

Repentance burns away the day

and small creatures come to life.

Slow song from the Ovation guitar

and the lake is a mirror.

In perfect formation the birds dive low,

low tides and lowlands,

this place is a willow;

strong in a storm but gentle as the lamb.

On Paper Wings

You fall again from the sky

like a letter in the wind,
floating close but out of reach...
the torment starts again

I hear you sighing in the photographs.

It slips into my ears
filling me up with starry skies,
twisting sharply into fear.

Devils and angels rage on all night.
The madness screams into the dark.
I'm of sound mind and body,
but insanity's racing through my heart.

Everyone hides a secret
embedded deep behind the scars.
Tell my why my scars still bleed,
like the weeping light of dying stars.

My darkest hour will never end
feverishly haunted with a ghost.
I was fortune's fool in fleeting time.
I gambled with the one I loved the most.

Crimson and clover fall under the black
but the tempest has yet to subside.
Once it's gone you can never go back,
the desert is the other side.

Fate is cruel and time is mean.
Exile makes sanity collapse.
Never fall prey to regrets,
because you can't change the past

Again you're drifting out of sight
as my soul begins to sleep.
Tomorrow you'll be gone again
and I can barely breathe.

I search the sky but there's no stars,
just a desolate moon and city light.
Winter's chill runs through my veins,
for everyday there's another night.

Aura

Palms to the Sky

Have you ever been to Portland?
Would you go with me tonight?
Maybe it's not as crazy as it seems
if we shoot out all the lights.
We'll stage a great escape
and become human cannonballs,
to land in the sand caressed driftwood.

The breeze through the screen
cools my face as if it were pressed to glass.
Too many years looking in,
too many places to know where to begin.
All the things that have come to pass
make us more than a sum of parts,
So shake me until I fall to pieces,
until you are asleep inside me.

Have you ever kissed a stranger
to push into the tempting danger?
Head thrown back, palms to the sky
face to the dark but open eyed.
Surround me with you radiance,
kiss me with your soul all night.
Part my lips and sanctify me.

My Swann Song

The summer haze drowns the city lights.

I toast the summer

and the blissful sky she's lured me with.

A swirling neon ribbon paces,

trapped in the incandescence below the city limits.

Engine fog dangles low

and fireflies light the way of rumbling foothills.

I'm a roaming gypsy form Lonesome Dove.

I keep moving,

it's how I'm built.

One eye open even when I'm sleeping

because that's when I do

my best writing.

Today sings my soul a Swann song

without a worry of what can go wrong.

Blind love leaks from a hole in my chest

putting terrors and tremors to rest.

Today I sing my Swann song

and carry into a tomorrow I belong.

I went wading through

our little stream of dreams

chasing tadpoles around the circles of love.

She always knows what's right

as she's looking left,

and how did we get here,

to a sea beyond our fathomless depth?

Lose Me

"got a coffee cup full of whiskey, got a broken violin..." -cp

A ghost ship pulling into the harbor,
your perfume still inside my parlor;
you have to care about someone
to bother to say "goodbye".
Your goodbye lullaby is haunting me like a house,
and places that never existed
beyond the syllables of your sadness.

Hold your head up high
as you scrape across the sky
and never come down to the little girls that adore you.
I find myself thinking
before I catch myself drinking,
it is what it is despite what you allude.

 

Azure Waning

Azure and emerald 

flares of question 

trip the light fantastic 

from beyond the silhouettes 

of this industrial ghost town. 

It is not in our dance 

to restrain our intentions 

and manipulate our actions 

in haste to bend the night. 

Spin, spin, spin, 

the lovers move, 

and stalk each other ardently; 

desperate for the falling rose pedals 

of tampered reciprocation. 

Ours is a separate peace, 

of stained glass ambiance

 and curls of clove smoke, 

in a favorable circumstance 

of uncertainty.

Dragon Tails

Let's go chasing dragon tails

and whispering secrets to the wind.

Your fingers wrapped around my heart

my dreamer, my lover, my friend.

Send me across the universe

dripping ink across your pages.

I will sculpt stars for you

to shine through out the ages.

This poem's simple as a love

unconditional and enduring.

and when we kiss the sky ignites

I feel the whole universe stirring.

It's On

Tonight tonight it's on tonight....

Mayfield

Watching your body folded into sleep,

getting higher from your respirations

and then plummeting,

like evening doves diving,

from rafters of the old Mayfield.

Your phoenix lies still tonight.

In vigil and awe I swoon over

the tattooed Venus on the rise,

with a sway that could cut glass,

shake the Heavens,

and raise up fire and brimstone.

In all her luster

She willing chooses generosity

when it’s natural to take.

I find myself entangled and undone

in serenity of what she creates.

I’m undeserving but forever grateful; 

for the touch which her spirit changed me,

my archaic map is meaningless,

her aura’s the deepest of my framing.

Running Blind 5.09

I want to run so hard
my breath stabs at my lungs, 
with an icy vengeance. 
I want to run blind
until I run out of street,
or collapse from sheer exhaustion. 

Birds will swoop in suicide loops, 

shrieking and cawing as they mock my falling, 

but I won't care this time. 

You know I've walked these streets,

 I've prowled these concrete sheets of city heat. 

I've danced in the rain 

when the

fires came and brought shame,

 to the soul-mate game. 

I dug my fingers into the source of her life, 

the heart of her strife, 

and a place I'll find in myself tonight. 

So I run over broken bottles, paper, feathers 

and other sidewalk treasures. 

No stopping for traffic, red lights, 

angry horns blare at the girl with wild hair

and a stare no one should dare to fuck with.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

Challenger

I like offensive toys

and boys who like boys,

and driving too fast on the highway.

I'd been warned about the girls I like,

detailed like dangers of six cylinder bikes,

but life's meant to be lived my way.

It's about love and pleasure,

undying passion and conviction.

Anyone challenging our right to be

is tragically flawed in acts and diction.

This world's blueprints are shades of grey,

my love brings color to the aging of ways.

So tell me I'm fierce or call me faggot,

I'll blow you kisses for recognizing style.

You can't change me with your hate

and your chagrin makes me smile.

There's more to this life than mindless tradition

and I don't need your pious permission.

Fireboat

And it’s the fire and boat and I

keeping track of the rogue tide

slamming into the unwavering shoreline.

Her rage is one to which no reason

can be traced to,

and threaded by 

that which can’t be compromised.

The sea swells and brawls

With the fury of a woman scorned.

My message in a bottle,

my conviction and devotion

floats meaningless and deeper out

to greet the horizon

that you have slipped beyond.

Love never leaves,

despite the deeds and words.

Love endures beyond the way

of unknowing star-crossed lovers.

The universe will settle the score

as I become more aquatinted

with this clumsy and cold world.