the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Hung Up and Over

I'm just a drunk kid,
Lying in the memories of last night and this morning

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Endless West

The wind sweeps the clouds back out to sea
Day spent weeping saltless years,
They were done for the night
Towers wrote letters in the blankets they tore into long streaks
All of which ended never tapered,
So smooth like a bedridden last line.
How your eyes tried to hold
The sun up over the horizon.
Just tell me your were sleepy
A balloon once lifted left to sink
Quiet words were never spoken,
Mine never answered, none to think.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

The Notes On Which We End

To see you again
For the last time.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Springfield 709

Digging my own grave
With my head over my shoulder
And paranoia behind my back.
Streetlights shine like stars through broken trees
Missing their leaves like a baby yet teething.
Remind me again if this feels like breathing.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Mutual Friends

So blind to my own mirror,
Letting the fearless become the fearers.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Wearing Skulls

Sitting outside of a concrete home,
The wolf was around.
Leftover rain when the trees made a sound.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Burning the Midnight Hour

I am an envious wreck,
Look at the passenger mirror
That shattered before I could check,
Friends taken fresh parts of my reflection
Without a ring to call myself.
Calm down and lie that you're good enough
Songs watered down when they were new enough.
The irony, twisted gate led up to the old house,
Smaller than what we remembered from when we were younger.
A tempered moon sat behind a temperate tempest night,
Drunken concrete granted footsteps a way out of tempting flight.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Last Call

I am walking on this water,
Right on sea level.
Boat shoes sunk in the water
And eyes sunk into insobriety.
Even ounces and two twenties on the table.
I just wanted a clean slate
For all the miscreants who would create
The future of this state.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Meet Me In Quincy Market

On a wooden bench that supported us like a blessing,
We were tying tenacious knots with our fingers
Vows that pressed the snooze for just one more minute
Of silence; as I watched your irises, out of time,
Clean up the color that had spilled into your eyes;
We had made a mess under the summer sun.
It was the second green we were sharing together,
But we were gridlocked - a tick on a timeline,
Where two points on a map became
Twice two lips pressed against a single word...
You were the last one on,
I sat and watched you take off.

Friday, September 2, 2011


The open door was a spectrum of emotion
She left as softly as a dream hands you back to your bed.