Where do you keep a boy so gentle, He might break up and float away? Somewhere safe away from the starlight. Somewhere out of harm’s way.
Where do you keep a girl so afraid, Her heart might collapse any day? Keep her distracted with trivial things And always having her way.
Take him, take her, in your pocket, Lock it and throw the key away.
The source of all sadness distantly beats. Waves of sadness plow through the streets, Massive and bearing down on their mark, Tearing through bus stop and building and park.
Under pressure of enormity, Time grows long and my identity, Erodes in the minds of the ones I recall, Leaving me tender and sobbing and small.
Standing in market or courtyard or park, Slowly relieved so slowly I start. The source of all sadness has ungripped my heart.
Cows in the corner curled up like a turd, Piss and shit and vomit he is. Clutches at limbs, this way and that, Hairy and greasey and selfish and fat.
Leaves burning marks and searing pains, Where ever he clutches her. Locks all the doors and kills her, as good, By loving her utterly, as he should.
Past this window, traffic coming, Sun lit dirty pane, computer humming. It will all be here after I die.
See these people, busy working, Talking, walking and conversing. They will forget me after I die.
Dust motes settle on the floor, Curtains move gently beside the door.
When I leave it the world will cry, But the ripples I cause will settle and die, And loved ones I know will somehow get by.
Dear Summer,
Brighter brighter, Every day. Show me colours I forgot.
Give me summer, All you’ve got.
Strolling smiling warm and thinking greenhouse glass is hot and tinkly summer smells of soil stinking happiness is outside winking beckoning with hither thighs.
Laughs inside and sighs.
Shares it with the world.
She inquired, “How’ve you been?” And slowly I replied, “Alright,” and sighed and turned away For saying so, I lied. How can I be happy, Holding memories so tender wise And being separated from her Watching us lead separate lives?
Stands a boy atop a cliff, This message he sets free. “I love you love you love you And I know that you love me.“ Comes his echo quickly back And fills his heart with glee. He continues for a time, Until a pause Sets him free.
Clinging to a cliff side aerie, Falling not but very nearly, Clears his throat and sings out clearly, “Presently if you can hear me, Save me for I love life dearly!“ Comes back silence, very eerie. Peaceful now and without fear he Lies now where we visit yearly.
Talk with me a while, love. I miss your warm and tender smile.
Groans and grinds and moans and whines and speeds right past the God damned stop. Stupid bus. Thanks a lot.
Oh heavenly hand I must protest! Release my heart, Depart my chest!
Sweaty chocolate down her drips From her bosom to her hips. After days the cream turns sour. Reach inside and taste her power.
Too long I’ve layered brick on brick And built a house in which to sit And put the strongest into it: People that I adore.
My house could weather any storm And though my roof was holed and worn, My fireplace was always warm, And open was my door.
I was as far as I could see Doing rather capably Until one day a storm did free Me from my set of walls.
Now in this dark and quiet street, It’s time I curled up at His feet, Apologised for my conceit, And cried, And cried some more.
I say “Love me!” and “Look at me shine!” But to whom do I speak and for whom do I pine? Is it really another I wish to call brother Or is this other a lover?
We wander through life from face to wan face, The plainer the better to serve as a place On which to project our most perfect ideal. Treacherous habit, self-inflicted ordeal.
When the time has come To step over the mark And my body is cold And my future is dark, I want you along To show me the way, To stay and be strong And make sure I don’t stray.
To be sure I don’t fall Into her sway, I want you to stall Should I move her way; To be sure I’m not lost To my most basic form; To be sure I’m not tossed Overboard in the storm.
Please tell me when next you are able To sit with just me ’round a table And talk about things That pull our heart strings And the ways in which we’re unstable.
Destroyer of Lives
She cries and she cries. Destroyer of lives, He swallows her love And feeds her back lies.
The Page of Swords
His word is a sword that he holds in his throat. She asks him to use it but even a note Could cut her in two so he keeps it in check, Inside where it cuts him from stomach to neck.
A Story from Inside
Locked in a cage he Sleeps by his guard he Hurts her with words he Dreams of the seaside
Lunch with Rebecca The seagulls listen to us But don’t understand