Disconnect

Swing from the smoking tree

tell me again why we

are beautiful wretched dead

Goodbye Grey Sky

Faith is an icicle
flirting with the
front steps
just one snap it
could pierce the chest
end the need to believe
forever

Hindsight

It means nothing to be sorry

Not when tomorrow will cry for 

the yesterdays I 

betrayed

Battle Skills

I don’t remember you

your funny smells

or your frog smile

the air in your laughter

a slow hissing tire

the face in the mirror 
blank

my memory as free as a

debt unpaid

I saw it

isn’t that enough?

The Ache in the Neck

Here we recite our reasons for

walking

for talking

with our mouths closed

Here Again

Far out of your orbit

spinning in slow motion

trying to shout louder

than a kitten’s mewling

will the planets find me

all my silent crying

now I can feel nothing

only my plates shifting

into old arrangements

nothing ever changes

nothing at all

The Fall

the place you fell down from

                                                was the air so pure up there

                                that before you could warn me I

might find you

                                     in the rustling of the trees  

you lost your breath

                and I was trapped

                under this avalanche of dreams