Rusty Bones

On these feet I carry rust like tracks along a train yard in autumn bloom

As the rain pours down, these empty vessels consume my need for sleep

All the vagrants and the tramps are stowaways on a parade for the bravest meals

Barreling towards the unknown, all those souls get swept away alongside my carriage view

Flask in hand, change in pants, hat on head, workers man, can’t stand the necessities

Luggage stashed beneath the seat, small talk passes between me, my ears and window panes

Powerless and out of time, coal breathes flames and guiltless pints begin to swill my head

Hunger strikes the hour hand, she leans in and we begin to court untimely

Weakened by the fear and doubt, subtle notes are coursing through her lungs as she breathes out

And on the sill I placed my drink, while she adjusts her new confident mentality

Cigarettes and emptiness, passing glances, raindrops racing downward glass and see

My reflection skewed and stretched, under tunnels she pursues and still… yet I digress

Dotting I’s and crossing T’s, swell goodbyes and warm regards for those in time of need

For a while I find myself on a train heading to nowhere and that’s fine with me

Monuments

 

If we are not enemies

Then we must be lovers

Who shelter and cherish and care for each other

 

And under bad weather we’re better together

Not fretting on letters and poor misspelled grammar

 

We are the bridges that connect the few

When lost souls get swept up in knots tied too loose

Where currents get vicious and bodies are bruised

We’ll stand tried and true as the monuments destined to rule

 

I asked you a question there was no response

But expressions on your face had misplaced all trust

 

When the leaves start to fall and all the world tumbles slow

I will search through the wreckage to find you a home

 

It’s all I need to be the monument that holds you up

 

We are the bridges that connect the few

When lost souls get swept up in knots tied too loose

Where currents get vicious and bodies are bruised

We’ll stand tried and true as the monuments destined to rule

 

If we are not lovers

Then we must be friends

And by that time I hope that these words never end

The Joyful (Miscreants)

 

Wayward, you were

Untethered and free

Homebound, was I

Captive and clean

 

Miscreants daily

Running like waves

Rushing ashore

Devouring remains

 

Onward we’ll go under our regime

Senseless and reckless, we’ll form our own team

Without a limit, we’ll bend all the rules

And teach them all how to become old news

 

Angered, you stuttered

Foolish and proud

To demand the juror

That which wasn’t allowed

 

Always mistreated

We could not protect

The innocence created

From within our heads

 

Onward we’ll go under our regime

Senseless and reckless, we’ll form our own team

Without a limit, we’ll bend all the rules

And teach them all how to become old news

 

And we’ll run carefree

Just like they taught us to be

We’ll carry our burdens and cast them to seas

We’ll run like the wind between our teeth

Smiles so big they’re mistaken for beams of light

 

Until the day that my knees give in

They’ll try to defeat us and chop off our heads

Because it’s not empty, but filled with our dreams

These ideas will flourish, we’ll make history

You Were an Orchard

 

You were an orchard, I planted my seeds

Within these moments, you grew more than me

 

I was the child who ran through the streets

Looking for answers to things left unseen

 

You were the ocean, the sand on my feet

The lighthouse that guided the boats on the sea

 

I was the child that watched from the shore

As you raised your anchor and sailed henceforth

 

Why do scattered ashes look like drawings of a former life I once had?

When I find I lose my mind, I’m in a crossfire with no time to leave

 

I was a turnstile and you were in line

Waiting and walking, you passed through my mind

 

You were the reason I gave an excuse

To leave on a whirlwind, that words would ring true

 

I was the umpire who lost all control

When you slid for home base, I never let go

 

Why do scattered ashes look like drawings of a former life I once had?

When I find I lose my mind, I’m in a crossfire with no time to leave

 

I’m sketching lines without meaning

Meeting minds without feeling

Like a thief that isn’t stealing

Or a dealer never dealing

 

Why do I rely on time when clocks keep ticking like untimely death?

‘Cause when I run out of steam, like batteries that dry, where will I go?

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Still I remember

How we used to walk around in those forests

When the present was still…

When young memories die off

What is left?

What is there to feel?

But when we were young

We would lie in the stars

And watch the grass be swept away by the wind

By your eyes, I was

Holding on to what I couldn’t hold on to

Still clasping empty fists of sand

That sinking feeling that stays inside

This hollowed out, shattered past

Rose coloured glasses

Passive glances

No more stances

Fast romances

Sun will gleam until I find the need to be the greed that seeds dreams

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Every price set on my head

Is one I can’t afford to pay

In a dream I seem the chosen one

But alone; I did not choose this way

Just like the sea, I drift away

But like the sea, your enemy

We’re putting heroes on our shelves

Disguised them as milestones we can’t live without

We dusted ends of earths to seek

What all there is that’s left to fix

Just like the wind, I will beckon

But like the wind will come an end

When dogs come out at night

Heaving, burdened, bound and chained

And the searchlights find you – standing there

Make a safe haven in me