the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Nothing New

Bring sweet death to the choir!
If you've got ammo, then fire!

Friday, April 29, 2011

Fluid Dreaming

Run away like a runny nose,
It's all run down and too cold.
They said it runs in the family
But I ran the numbers,
Insufficient funds.
I thought I ran the town,
But running wasn't enough.
You left the water running
To catch up to me in my sleep,
But they've kept me fluid dreaming
And running out of what I need.

Thursday, April 28, 2011


Some take a swing to feel the wind (that you missed),
Others to jump off at their highest point,
And I call them all crazy.
I can't even straighten the creases in my shirt,
Let alone the pride in my chest
That fluctuates as if with the impact of each breath of air,
Invisible like the justice as an average of luck and blunder.
"Your honor, you're so quick to judge!"
I apologized, but they said "Take a number."

Tuesday, April 26, 2011


As the plastic spins in symmetry,
I attempt to bring you near to me
With words as reused as the alphabet.
A, B, C, D, I took the E and got an F,
I'll leave out the things I meant to forget:
How many lines went in,
How does a sentence. End
A new one, begin with old grapes and gripe
For a lack of better words, this will be trite.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Landlocked by the Water

I slip under my sheets while I'm dripping in sleep,
350-count threads that crash over me
There are voices I hear before and after I fall asleep,
The lulling procession from dry land to sea.
You're a kaleidscope on a lighthouse exploding
In a maniac's choir and every note is eroding,
You put all your stars in a dream that is growing
Out of control, shooting out of your reach.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Electron Decay

Spiraling forth on these rings of delay
I keep losing count of 365 days.
There is no anniversary
There is no where we used to be,
Moving forward, thinking backward,
And all your static ropes go slack.
Feeling as fluid as the time spent
On this forever bending track.

Lying In An Open Field

All bets are off when the cards fall
And you find yourself knocked out,
Lying in the bed of a '52 pickup.
Some things were never meant to be
In order, en route, delivered.
You were floating 3 feet above the ground,
But it felt like you were 6 feet under...
Looks like someone's got cold feet,
And those words can't find a way past your teeth.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

In the Green Monster

I was in the heart of a city in its evacuated state,
Muscles all clenched as it stood stone cold in the night.
It was absent of the ambient warmth
That would save in the dirt and in the cheap plastic seats
From the roars and stamping feet it drank like blood.
This was a night out on the town
This was the quickly charging sound,
A lighting storm I had welcomed indoors,
Satiating and high above the floor.

Friday, April 22, 2011


Your probabilistic procession was a cameo in indirect light
Mismatched pins we rebent and stuck me down quite alright,
And in all of your fractions of red wine and white noise,
I saw through black eyes and reduced to a boy.

Thursday, April 21, 2011


Your prose clipped as they pushed in the red
It shut you up nice, with a nail on the head
You were dead silent.
Then all of those questions would not stick
And with that, the lock remained unpicked.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011


You may be able to guess, this is the boiling point.
Your veins are like coils in your buckling joints
And your spring-loaded heart full of lead
Is pumping sweaty bullets out of your forehead.
Is it because you think you have a shot?
It's always dark inside the barrel,
So let me see just what you've got.

Your Laws

Hurl me towards your honesty
Project your heart on top of me.
The weight of history is heavy,
It makes it harder to push for change.
It's a balloon that will burst with a sudden pop,
You're briefly displaced, but then it all stops.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Under Revolving Stars

A muscle spasm grabbed my side
In a camaraderie I thought had long expired.
As sweet as milk, it hadn't curdled
And I found myself in the thick of renewal,
Peeling off nervous labels as a task my hands could do,
Opening those precious eyes for a more refreshing view.
I could see you in the outline of fatigue
And the cigarette burns from what's out of my league.
If you're asking for empty promises
I'd kindly ask you to just leave it,
But these contractions are an action
For which a counterpart is needed.

4 After 4

I've been drinking from the strangest fountains
You've been making sure this will actually happen
As I try to reach for memories like loose rocks,
Pulling out the bubbly card.
But this is poker and it's not hard to fake,
So thank you so much for your honesty,
You've honestly got the best of me.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Triangle Sentences

I lost what I was going to say after
In the wind on the breath I had written it on.
Your favorite song went 5-1
That you tapped between your finger and thumb
As you shaped the letter closest to what you meant to sing.
Lo-lo-lo-lo-look at me as I freeze in your tracks,
It started going cold, but somehow brought us back.
I am a sailor's son and you are a landlocked daughter,
You're not going to sink when you're safely in the harbor.

Friday, April 15, 2011

...and then there was one!

The spinning earth smeared cool pastels
On the blank canvas of a new day.
It wasn't the way we were meant to see it,
Like how your parents wrapped your gifts
And Santa left the cookies and milk
When mommy was on a diet.
Now cotton spilled onto the page
Cleaning up its own mess
While the rest burned under the work light.
No, no, this was the quiet shift into grace,
Pulling the blinds to put sleep in its place.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

The Best of a Normal Day

I never believe the words on the edge of a disk,
There is too much truth and with it, too much risk.
Look for me in old pages, hardcopied and bound
I'm as real as it gets when you're level with the ground,
I'm the long pause when your heart forgets how to dance,
I am my own name as big as giants afraid of ants.
He told me once of a secret he never had kept
For when you realize that you are forgetting your steps:
Our lives are in bags of chemicals and water
Trying not to leak and equate with the others.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Plate Tectonics, To Break the Spine

So give me those papercuts,
I lost the words the day before
But the ink sunk into the creases,
Once defined in imperfections
Forever summed in broken pieces.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

The Hidden Perspective

Looking at the world through glass and water,
The light was misrepresented, but I called it an answer.
She whispered you her beliefs like rusted iron
And pressed up against your thick skin.
I never read cards, but I felt your intentions,
Sunk in a shipyard, resting on your ambitions.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Digital Candlelight

Enough pictures could make a movie in the sound of silence,
Some comforting nostalgia before you emerged in your defiance.
He said, "Here are the rules, we'll be expecting your compliance."
But you prayed for each day the flaming judgment versus science.
A drop match struck a blinding spark called inspiration,
Its current was refreshing
Like a sinner clenching the profane,
It grounded every vein, and ignited your heartbeat's irrigation.

Cover Ups and Letters

Caught mid-swing, I struck out of the loop.
The dots in my eyes and the curls in the cue
Told me we had been here way too long.
There was only one sway to the song,
Which made it easier for the trees
With their fresh new leaves
And a wedding band in the form of a tire swing.
Your summer lay exposed on the calendar,
She was comfortable once
And wonderful enough,
But nobody would undress to challenge her.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Sharp Victory

My voices was afraid of the angelic heights
When you wanted to play the whiter keys.
I said you'd have to believe in a quieter me,
But my own shaking disbelief would vibrato just right.
In the highest frequencies of visible light,
You could let your muscles not hold you so tightly.
"Goodnight," you would tell your benevolent sky
Knowing those sheets would steady your flight.

Friday, April 8, 2011

If this city doesn't love me

I searched for the spare key under a sun-bleached welcome mat,
Papercut from that which emerged from a slim envelope
That was slipped from under my front door.
I blame it on the consequence of thermal expansion
That made those heated words so big, but just as heavy.
The statement was your pillow from the bed in your closet
So you just might see your night concluding to net losses.

Approximate Midnight Bomb

I could taste the fever under my tongue
That burned each sentence to death,
You walked over them precisely,
I lacked an inner ear understanding.
When the glass slipper shattered,
The heels had dug in deeper,
You were despondent with the pressure
On a deep wound or a trigger.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Senses Soft

I faded in about a quarter past nine
When tension strung the curtains back,
The redless black of the opening act.
Your retracted statement was a gate left open,
Wrought iron charred from indecision's ghost.
Someone shot out the back of your throat
And you cracked back in with that indirect quote.

It's Sowing Season!

Turn back to a slack rope,
See the oars dragging in the water,
The crewman leaned against the wall,
Mopheads standing in their buckets...
You haven't shaved in weeks.
Drift off a little more,
Roll the sails up like sleeves,
Go back to your dreams
Until it's time to believe.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Mutual Gatsby

I just wish I could repeat it like a favorite song.
I slept last night listening to nothing but sights
Like it was going put me somewhere I couldn't be,
It's just what made me feel most comfortable falling asleep.

...for the Classifieds

From one job to the next
I manage to keep myself impressed,
Every week there is a different number on the check.
Climb a ladder towards the sun,
If it gets too hot, then jump!
Don't hold your breath.
What you have is never all that you've got,
I am the optimistic tourist
I am just looking for a spot.

Saturday, April 2, 2011


Take notes:
We are digital ghosts on separate coasts
And we talk to each other in prime numbers:
If you take a remainder and divide it through,
It won't get you any closer to the whole truth.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Devil In A Confirmation Dress

I judged you like it was the second time,
You trusted me like it was rightfully mine.
Yellow bird, yellow bird,
Why do you sing when you are never heard?
Your torn feathers were fixed with sea salt and glue,
Your bruises turned blue, and have made you look old.
My insides have been twisted even before you had visited,
And I'm sorry sometimes I just can't get it straight
To make it all go down easy, as if...
Those tear ducts weren't shut from the sleep in your eyes
From when you had to grow, and put your childhood to rest.
Wake up from your slumber, youth's not ready to die.
The cage has been opened, there's new air in your breast.

Missing Hands

Under house arrest we are chained to conscious birth,
The primal intent that makes us shoot first,
And answer questions later.
We ponder the still life still briefly alive
As the freshest memory we could keep
Before its taste dried up like stale wine,
Tabled like every idea that spills into my lap
And pulls me to the lip of my patient seat.
What if the edge were high enough
So that I would be safe to jump?
Would you be below or above?
Would you think that it were enough?