American Restless

Lay still with me here in the dark.
Let the rumours sing us both to sleep.

And in the morning, we'll emerge together
to carry on minding the gaps with such life
that they'll hear it back in London.

Cellophane Sugar

Lift my house up high.
Held above your head.
Jolt. Rattle. Rummage.

And when you're done,
after the unfastened is trickled out its shattered windows
and ripped screens and hanging doors,
promise to let me stand quietly at your side
—where you'll look towards me
just like the first time
and say it all over again;
the way it is when life is mostly hurting
and you can't handle things.

So the story will be.
Or the first one, at least.

Gunmetal Trinity

I've seen it happen,
so I know how it looks.

Just some at first. Only a few.
But then more after that.
And even more after those are gone too.
Swallowed by the spaces inbetween.

Hearts thrown open wide.
The feeling of her held close
burrowed deep within.

Modicum

Sprung forth in the life of night,
I hurdle towards the hinges between us
to throw free the locks
and arrest the tone of this cage's sounding bell.

Uprightly silent;
eyes met fore the open portal
and violently aligned in hope
—that like a drive
through the dark and quiet of its deep black;
we might feel anything, finally.

Garden Colors

After the water's fallen and the sun returns
and the tower sings to signal the time is right,
we'll meet at the end of the rainbow and song
where we'll motion through the dreamscape
and cast our sights upon the bluest of moons
until again the grass is green.

Everything moving always forever.
I'm only a person but wouldn't you miss me at all?

Hovercrafted

The more I understand,
the bigger it gets.

And the more and more
and more I learn
I'll remember,
than I do that I'll forget.

But the better I am,
the worse it feels.
And the clearer I see it,
the sadder it is.

Cotton cloth beneath her toes
and she's so far away from me now.

Magic Hours

Lost in time. Afraid to sleep
for fear of a place
that I've seen in my dreams
and that I'm worried is where I'll die.

Neither followed nor lead—
left with arms outstretched, but empty
—I write my way across the underworld
and through the afterlife.

Too scared to apologize after this long.
Nervous that I've missed any chance I may have had
while we both were still awake and above.

Under the Tables With You

Fingers to our lips while they talk,
I won't make so much as a whisper
should you find a way outside.

Never a question, not a word
—I'll follow you there if you'll have me;
close behind and holding on
until we've broken free from below.