so close.
not close enough.
my mind waking with the dawn of the day.
my heart, aching with every beat, races with my breath.
you stir
and i wretch
as my thoughts betray me
and long to hold you.
i can't help but wonder if our thoughts are but one.
then you turn to face me
and no breath
no beat
like a line from a song
every song
i melt.
i know i'm crazy
and i pray you are too
but my nature gets the better
and i'm pushed back into this lonely reality
with your eyes as they catch mine
staring.
so i'll distract myself with the darkening distance
and wait to find my pen.

your eyes crawl down
mine closed to feel
our weight
weightless
excitement rapes the skin
cool to the touch
soft and rough
strong
and sweet
and i come down
s-slow

on the wall

say it long enough, maybe you'll believe it
but you've become a liar
looking at the stranger
reflected back in the cereal spoon
you stopped looking in the mirror long ago
haunted by your eyes
hating everyone elses
you try your will
ill as it may be
but are sick from fear
because you care more about how others see you
than how you see yourself
and as tired as you are
being everyone else
i'm as equally tired placating you

flattery
in its most sincerest form
and i blush every time
and i know
your next move
as you play checkers
with my chess pieces
and we dance
but in circles and circles and circles again
we wear boredom
though not very well
and you've no explanation for yourself
so why would i ask
as your reservations are not at my table
but you can continue to wet your palette
watching me dine alone.

when do the saints go marching in

complacent in our worlds
never covet other shoes
the fit's all wrong
too wide, too long
we've soured to curdled news
nothing knew everything
we all fit to the tide
no sticks or stones
just bombs for thrones
and we drown on either side
ideas light the bulb
but power's fled the storm
it's all been lost
accept the cost
prescribe to feed the norm
when he reigned it poured
who's left the war to win
the young to mourn
forlorn and worn
when do the saints go marching in?

drowning in the turbulent tide
rushing in rushing out
eyes filled with disdain
hearts filled with
emptiness
words are lined
no silver and gold
but coal and char
and hurt
we've avoided
but nourished
to ensure
what we've become to each other
my eyes are heavy
and my shoulders hang low
bod and soul pray for what never comes
sleep