Last Day

The cases lie packed and stacked
The bags are all zipped and decked
Sunlight peeks and restlessness stalls
The wake up call slowly shrills
Sullenly you brush, you eat
And observe your feet

Not a word is spoken
But thoughts are thought
Untoward but not for naght
They run and run but you still forget
Something important, someone loved

Words are read but they lay dead
A glance lingers on the empty glass
Music plays but the mind’s bled
The night before and the day throughout

The last walk is walked and the last drink is drunk
Familiar sights and their scents are drawn
Nothing will be remembered tomorrow day
But all can be hoped is for today to fade
Into a million brimming celestial shades
So you can look back tomorrow and
Not see the grays
But be in a land of colorful faes
And joy-filled blissful days.


Nostalgic Bubblery

One sip sends me reeling into another land
One I had the sands of which, slip through my hand
One beat or strum sends the curtains acrash
One that becomes the canvas for my nostalgic scratch

How long will I ride this hightide
One that lets me savour a stale flavour
Will I last when it peters out and leaves
One with a hollow reverberating screech

Lid My Eyes

Beyond the light thrown back at us
Of ourselves and our sight shown bare to us
Behind her shield of the docile glasses
Glazed over grey eyes that’ve seen everything turn to ashes
Her ringing laughter expands a few noughts below
A melancholy melody that flutters right through the soul
But her eyes steadily drill and blaze, smirking in spiteful distaste
Their bloody red sings a sorrowful bard’s tale
Of lost love and chemically induced midnight haze
The world’s held in mesmerizing steadfast gaze

For an instant a portal opens, a bleeding hook drags me in
Where blood pours and my cells weep out of my skin
Her world of bloodthirsty crows and dark brooding skies
Murdering everything in its pitiful plague of lies

In one passing gaze of a stifled scream
The entire horror of it is revealed
It seems so kind so friendly and kind
But oh how horribly wrong, the bloodcurdling dream!
There’s nothing more she’d like than to rewind time
Bend it right down to the zero line
When the eyes glinted a fine radiant blue
Warming others in it’s ever-loving glow
Where our eyes are stone dead no more
Because in that moment I heard her singular scream
“Before I bleed out and die, can you lid my eye
Can you lid my eye, lead me out of this lie”

The Dead Well

I see a dead man
Someone who has ceased to exist
His skin is rotting
His jaws are dropping
He gives a violent jerk
And takes a frisky step
His shoulder falls off
Like a maiden’s loose dress
He furiously gives a twist
Gets his shoulder up down his head

He stands beside a well in absolute ruins
Ancient, with a tangle of overgrown weeds
He holds the ropes, heaves and pulls
With his face caught in an inadvertent frown
I slowly float closer, feeling the ground
The bushes are thick with time and grime
I wonder what horrible crime
This wretched place had seen
It reeks of death and grave decayed dreams
I feel icy fingers run down my back
Right down where my delicate spine should’ve sat

The dead man still tugs with all his might
The rope twitches and tears a strand
I peer into the depths of the horrid well
Death itself washes over me,
The smell, the acrid taste, the feel
I open my eyes against the gust
And see a dusty dried up well
With nothing but weeds and misdeeds

I suddenly turn my dangling head
The dead man catches me square in my eye
His clear blues pierce through
I realize it all with quite a start
Tears roll down my sullen cheek
Drop by drop

The dead is none but me in night
And every other singing day in living sight
It’s me drawing from my dried up well
Every time I dip into my slurry ink well
I come up dead and dry
Set my parchment on fire and let me die

A Simple Man

I am but a simple man
My wishes and needs are small indeed
I fall in love with strokes of the pen
And swipes of the brush
And the char of the pencil
Words and pictures are tangible
They are a swiveling masses of blankness
They turn and turn, and turn and turn as we look on and on, and on and on
Finally they break into us
These little collection of letters
Or that set of lines
Or those shades of colors
They are now what we want to see
They are us and become a part of us

But men and emotions are a bottomless pit,
They are dark and deep,
And their layers are numerous indeed,
Uncover one and then another and then another,
They are swirls of mystery behind tempered masks
What do they hide behind I do not know, for I am but a simple man
But this I add for the same reason as that
Unfathomable are their deceits,
Unjudgeable their intents,
Undeniable our follies,
For we too are they,
They too are us

One and Done

We are all part of this greater whole
Until the bells toll
We can deny it’s existence
And crave independence
But until our story is completely told
And our bodies are cold
Here we are right?
We might as well try…
Here take my shoulder and lean
Let me see your eyes gleam

Forgotten Fires

A shallow mire pulls
A cry so dire is hushed
For words are futile
And sounds meaningless
A shadow falls on the muck
It twists and trembles
Because the fire is dying
The fire of the soul
The shallow mire is encroached
By shadows and innate green glows
Juices fleeing its mouth
Inexplicable sorrow skins
The wretched creature as if
Sorrow’s all it has known
Painfully grates the flesh
And makes it as if
Pain is all the creature has borne
Soaks the bones in acid and
Spits out the spirit
The broken creature lies
Unable to resist, motionless
On the bloodied sands
A fire burns crackling beside
In its eyes the fire dances wildly
The creature reaches out weakly
The fire springs and spurts
It slowly enshrouds and
Gently turns the creature over
And lifts it by the middle
The creature floats above
Hands and feet hanging loosely
Head nodding gravely
It’s put tall on its feet
And with a clink
Everything becomes alright
The creature walks not wretched anymore
And the fire is forgotten.