if i could tell you
how much i miss your shadow
at night
when i am asleep

i still wouldn't

if only we could be
as fair as the moon
in it's absence

there were cracks
of lightening
that fell from the sky
like chains
of stars
held together
by electricity

searing the earth
rain beating across
pale skin
dark skin
no skin
the minds
under colour
cursing
one another

we have choice
and there is still
no freedom
from the oppression
we have been forced
to create

Insomnia
I wish so dearly that you could see my love for you
but it's stuck in my chest
and all I have to express this completion and warmth
that you give me
are symbols and sounds
triviality, symbols, sounds... Don't come close
To what is real, when you're near

The summer insects celebrate the coming
of seasons as I lay in my cot, and ponder
of how I hate the changing of weather
because It reminds me of how I'm dying
and I feel like a lonely magazine laying on a coffee table
in a deserted office, once all the tired peons have gone
to their restful homes
I sit, in darkness, immobile, yet waiting
for something unfathomable
I'm thinking
I wish so dearly that my love could see what I feel, but It's trapped in my chest
and these seasons passing drives me insane. I just remembered I'm dying.
Dying.
dying.
Sleep.

these are all lies
wrapped into
gold
and dipped in the light
of the moon

take some wine
a tumble
across the bed sheets
with another
until it feels better
until it feels
like you can understand
it fully
though it's really
just an illusion
that falls
like a shadow
cool
across my skin
in the summer

moving in the wind
that keeps changing direction
like my opinion

and this poem

there are moths
trapped behind
the cheap plastic screens
of the atm

attracted by the light
to their demise
i watch them
swollen
crumbling
as i fill in numbers
insignificant
compared to their lives
lost