SummerTime is frayed and the air is chill
the world outside turns slow, and still.
Beneath the grey and dappled sky
it has been a while since summer died.
It has been a while since last I breathed
the same air, for now I grieve
I spend my days in solitude
and Summers' silence haunts my dream
So I wake to find the day
with head hung low, bound and cauled.
Flesh and sinew; prison walls
no matter where I lay
Sometimes I see her pass this way
but time allows no passage here.
She is fettered while I roam in tides
It has been some time since Summer died
A strangerIn the Summer she plays
wild eyed and hair unbound,
In the garden;
Beneath the orange plastic washing lines,
kaleidoscopic, insipid skies
behind the long since dormant truck,
by door mice 'neath the water trough,
cover of her youth.
She moves barefoot,
to unheard music she dances
Amidst trees she hums and sings
the mornings song,
A love without the promise of romance,
less false, her movements true, unfaltering
Over grass slick with dew,
insects neither bite nor sting;
she dances with them too.
He watches her from the window,
in the child's room
where the man now stands in view.
In a sudden shower she has stopped
and looked, amused
She laughs at him, her face wet,
her dark eyes shining, yet not for him,
her figure waves and calls, over the drummed tin roof
through the rattled leaves, it pulls him in.
NewcastleGo home all you who have vacated youth
Do not stand and linger, awaiting proof
of our insolent crimes.
Remember the lights that shift and the gulls cry
the breeze that swept the hair from
both eager eyes
Forget the senseless din
and the wire that is winding;
your life, stretching thin.
Pass all the bustled, hurried streets
or the heaving mass when the lights recede
People stumble, in dimly lit rooms you are swimming through,
fumbling, imbibe and consume, the streets washed neon.
In the mass and din
beneath the rumble of speakers,
and painted veneer of vice and sin
the reverberations in your chest
and the drink in hand which is spilling unnoticed
The girl in that dress, in that mirror
she's putting on your make up,
she is smiling your smile
the rush of chemicals,
the taste in her mouth
her skin alight.
Or you can't go in.
Maybe you are dragged with slaves in thrall
or dragged screaming obscenities, flailing
out of you skull.
NeverFace down in cold aqua
No frown when there is
I don't feel bad
don't feel anything at all
with the world so sad
Turning in the mirror
and disturbed by what I see
Must have walked this route before
But I would have never
taken that for me.
So maybe if I died now
I would smile a little more
like pictures that were taken
before I could even talk
No need to run now
when I cannot yet walk
no need to run at all
There's no time for the love of my life
That never was
The day to day routine
just like a stain;
difficult to remove
sometimes impossible to erase.
SomehowRunning in time
too fast the cemetery line
the centuries decline
and fate plays her hands
Deep in derision, plastic;
you get what you're given
union blues, well used, but hard driven
all still castles in the sand
Choose the popular selection
Not the same, but a subtle inflection
one way street and million directions
like a bullet from a gun
Locked down, vacant
it's not just pills to be taken
it is every childhood cast off,forsaken
that puts hope in the ground
It's nearly time to go no
to pass it all around now
heads in the sand; we'll make it 'somehow'
Some how another lie.
A time to forgetImaginary friends leave me again
It's coldest before the dawn
Breeze is chill; the window's open
with winter at the door
I'm burning fuel, and then I'll listen
to people in heir prides
I'm mock-somber in my indecision
So subtly I'll try
With the shadows creeping over
And with day light soon to fade
I laugh at my derision, and
once again I'll wade
through biased observations
through repetitious talk
of last night jubilation
of people and their faults,
but it seems I am no better
assuming like the rest
spring is when the rains came
like an uninvited guest
down we pulled the shutters
at the dying of the day
to the undine tide
the trees and grasses sway
Inside the conversations over,
sleeping softly in its bed
life is just a stranger here
to the dreaming and the dead.
Spoke the shadowYou're so pretty, go whore out your youth
be silent, feed them your life piecemeal
make them feel less, and oh no, not your fault,
not your fault they have eyes, ear, feelings.
It's painful being you, I know, I'm so sorry
that it takes whole days for you to find a new beau
I'm sorry that my life looks like shit to you.
Ignore all the people that talk to you,
it's how it's done, it's what they do
the movie stars
the chosen few
You just have to admit that you don't care
one day you're going to be a decrepit twenty something
and your scared, that your life, your piss weak philosophy,
are just filled with air. And they are.
Go whore out your youth
Blog your life
It's just more proof that your fading
and making others feel like shit while you do it.
Tired. Tired of this rhyming without purpose
tired of all the lines I must rehearse
In a world that's not going anywhere
In a life that's steadily getting worse.
Tired. That these th