Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Winter 2007






The cold as it dawns,
Into the night as it becomes
Are you the memory that it brings?
It's dark, but for the warmth of that winter sun
When you and me, had laughed
When our dreams were together spun.

So where will this season take us now?
Where do you think will it abandon?
For lovers, we weren't ever
And yet, nothing else seems to less offend.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Sun-Drenched






Bring me the sun,
Ring it here close
So my lashes kiss its heat
So the world may singe its hold

It's alone, it's above,
What a perverse scrap of gold!
So it's begging me to bolt
So it's following through my door

Bring me the sun,
As it falls from its throne
So my lashes keep it warm,
So it gets through the cold

It's alone, it's above,
And now it's getting kind of bold
So I watch it rise as morning smoke
So I resign to getting this very old

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Deer In The Headlights





I've never tried harder, never been more still
Did never speak, sought no feeling before

And yet look at me now
As I fear not the car, not even the lights
But only not getting hit, while I might still be alive;
While I might still manage to cry
Perhaps just even squint the last of this eye.

Deer in the headlights,
Oh dear, in the headlights.

A Ceiling Existence





It's difficult to word it out to someone who hasn't been there. You don't care if you don't eat, if you don't comb your hair in weeks, if you don't get out of bed. Ever. Staring at the ceiling is your salvation, but only till it comes crashing down. You hear it groan, feel it quiver. And yet when you wake up from being awake all along, it's still there waiting for you to stare at it, through it. Till your eyes shut into consciousness again, till the roof seems to fall again. You haven't seen a mirror or another person in days. The silence is deafening, the ceiling; on repeat.

Dance, won't you?