You should hear the great noisy owl,
hooting outside in the dry cool air,
like there's no tomorrow,
as if it has no cares.

It's truly beautiful to hear one
so careless,
flying through the night.

I hope tomorrow
never comes.

There is better place,
Distant birds fly to and from,
Light behind mountain.

I survived another full Moon
the changling, is almost gone
Love and madness, reconciled
hand in hand, skipping down the night

The words you spew,
hurl,
feel like shards of broken glass
I walk through.
Who knew love would cut like this....
who knew?

In the morning,
she spins
circles around me
like a small child
gleeful.

At noon,
she's drunk on life,
swooning love.

And by suppertime,
she's strung out,
overdosed on
the sacredness
of another day.

theres a quiet place in this town
goes by the name,
'Cemetery'

there is a certain frenzy;
sharks feeding,
now and again, escapes,
the confines of my soul