5.05.17 – 1.16

something about the sound of trains,
cut through darkest hours of night,
rattles pieces, buried and broken,
within my brain and inside my soul.

10.14.14 – 19.32

this bass and these drumbeats
tear wider
this chasm in my heart

like the clangor of church bells
on grey, cloud-covered afternoons
or the machine-gun rattle
of aircraft overhead

this is the kind of hatred
that runs you
right over the precipice

10.02.14 – 16.39

i am caught at the crest of knowing
like being paralyzed by height
at the ledge of a cliff
overlooking the sea

it would be so simple and thoughtless to just
throw myself at oblivion
as if it would catch me, take hold,
and bring me back home into itself

10.01.14 – 13.40

i drank the sunlight
from the sky so that the wind
could filter through me

i knew not that it
would bilge and billow into
clouds beneath my feet

perched on golden peaks
of whipped sunbeams, i burrowed
through sepia skies

little did i know,
the sky would reject me, cast
to the earth below


6.16.14 – 16.50

subtle morning breeze
lifts the heavy, leaf-laden branches
off the forest floor, sprinkling
summer and sunshine
over and across our eyelids

i look towards you, but all i can find
is myself, looking lost and lonely and vulnerable
and all i want, desperately, is to curl up
in the heart of your palm and fade away,
cradled in your pulse