Wrapped in scraps of newspaper,
a bouquet of yellow roses burned bright against dispair
and the train
rattle
rattle
rattle-d

so far beneath the earth
that the sun was
once again,

merely a star

I used to be soft
with supple skin
and laughing eyes

but look what I’ve become
a statue of indifference
cracked and brittle
with a concrete mouth

Answer with Spring
O, succulent Earth
who’s leaves I’ve yet to write
the flowers thirst
and the people pray
for the sweetness of your light

the harshness of
the Winter fades
when dew replaces frost
and yet the blooming
of the trees
is not without a cost

for when the heat
of summer ends
the dying months will bring
the loneliness
and longing for
yet another Spring.

Scents of voluptuous spring
creeping through thick february air
in whiffs of natal blossoms
and dew which lingers on the grass
like beads of sweat
are harbingers of the change
which will end the weary winter

So near is the season
of life, of renewal, that
bones shake in anticipation
skin quivers with restlessness
gates part, sunshine
sneaking through the openings
and the scents of
voluptuous spring
creep through

I wrote something
beautiful
in my sleep last night
    woke up grasping
clawing for words which
had just been so fresh
   so easy
       but gone.

I'll breath in life
through your damp mouth
and watch your fingertips dance
across my skin
like tiny tornadoes
twisting my aura between
your ink-stains
our breaths will become one breath
and our bodies one body
no words to express our orbit,
our silence will say it all.

The only girl who's
ever seen me
is locked away in
a tower
miles above the ground
high up in the clouds

She's closer to the sun
than she is to me

there are flames the lick
the ancient bricks
and all around- a moat
filled with piranhas
and sharks
and poison

I built a ladder to the sky
but lightning struck me down
I built a helicopter I could fly
but the blades wouldn't spin around

I thought I'd try
to sneak inside
but was chased out by a troll
he warned me,
"if you try again,
your life will be the toll."

Sometimes, when the night is silent,
I can hear her soft, sweet cries
and I howl up to the merciless stars
and spell my grim goodbyes

for I am gone
I've disappeared
from so long not being seen
I've been invisible
just enough time
my life may have been a dream...