Some More Tiny Rhymes

October 1st, 2013  

I could live
Un-surfaced and whole
But wouldn't I rather
Lose my bits
And spill onto you?

Emerge,
Inundated.
Drowning in your sorrow.

 

August 29th, 2013

Fake lives behind fake smiles.
Two thruths behind fake lies.
We live and we breathe in heavenly peace
Knowing these masks
Are ours.
To keep.

 

 July 21st, 2013

I remember ginger wine.
I, remainder of a perfect embrace
Heir to a multitude of unforgettables;
Though being moulded constantly
By silted mountain streams
Remain a secret vault for
Succulent memories.

 

July 13th, 2013

Happiness is a duck.
It keeps all woes, realities and monsters at bay,
Waxy feathers bearing against the flood,
A blinding disease.
For short dry periods of time.

 

July 13th, 2013

My feet will never be clean.
I will not use them
Only as hangers for glittery trots.
My feet will be feet,
Dirty, dusty, unapologetic.
Trudging through green
Mudding through inky clouds
Trampling boundaries.
Barefoot through priceless memories.

 

June 20th, 2013

Us things.
Things that bleed
breathe, sigh in error.
Smelling of trouble
And fear.
Spicey. Tangy. Warm tongue in mouth.
Leaving minds
Free to wander
Into illicit grounds.

 

May 24th, 2013

I picture myself rising,
Levitating. Above the big words and wit
Rising. Beyond the distractions and gore,
Resting these old bones.
Damp in an enclave somewhere
Finding a niche etched in a hollow
Slowly feeding the moss.
Quietly, willingly, gratefully.

 

 

The Man Who Couldn't Cry

The Man Who Couldn't Cry
Nov 4th, 2013

I knew a man. He couldn't cry.
He held mine in his cupped palms
Breathed light into them
Made my solitary (often pointless) shedding of NaCl
Into a regular production.

He loved a girl.
A parasite really.
Bi-polar nutjob, ready to kill him.
Loved her so hard a planet imploded.

When he was lonely he serenaded.
The stars, the moon,
The beauty beside him.
With useless poetry, hopeless romance,
Declarations of forevermore.

A man,
His lover, his songs.
Better half, of a distanced memory.