you’ve been warned
because i’m just another me looking for one momentary fragment of a dream, a story whose seams are always frayed; words faded, reactions at best jaded. because i’m not a cool photo or a cigarette burning away unnoticed. i’m a
trace
trace out a road between us with the colours of fall and the leaves underfoot, parting footsteps late in the afternoon. trace out midnight skies and the blue black points of time rushing in from a million miles away past
walk on by
put on your midnight stars and your well worn in stories and walk with me once more so that your footsteps of sand with wavy ebbs and your sun-speckled smiles shine on every memory of us that i can then pinpoint
War
Caught in a maelstrom of emotions Held back by taut words In the familiar company Of a familiar stranger I see beads of water drip Down the sides of our glass Like reason sliding off words Which have tasted blood.
