Category : poetry

Going on Transitive

i have a cat stacked runway hidden in my room
at the end of the hallway
beneath the bloody chamber
in chalk & in lace
crashing through the casement

jam the crepuscular gloaming
banging the piano mimosas
spread butterfly wings like smiles
on the window
beneath the bloody chamber

slam the murmur of cats losing sleep
scribbled notes i have in my pockets
in chalk & in lace
secret notebook languages
crashing through the casement


In a Cryptic Place

i found a secret message in the corner of your heart
stitched together from half-spoken truths
& i don’t know what to do with it
feeling like a spy in the dreamhouse

pixie dust like cigarette ash falling from
the corner of your mouth & yet
i never know what to do with you
too wrapped up in my own maps
lost galaxies & deserted towns

unlock the codes hidden deep within my heart
your fingerprints all over the floor
& i don’t know what to do with myself
500 days i’ve spent alone
feeling like a spy in a cryptic place


Ennui the People

plant your feet firmly on the floor
smack your head against the wall
because this is your life now
moths devouring a seaside sweater

the first casualty is sense
drawn on a map of the known world

the daily news will grind you like grain
those aches & pains like the weight of the world
for nothing, no one, no chance
but hope remains a whisper behind you

what will the future bring?
just one more mystery
a trembling hand hooked over an inkstained page


Lucky Rabbit in a Box

oh yes with the ocean
things by an ever
with an out with & not i with sweet emotion
nothing you do
the inevitable so you
the fountains mingle is single

all in the world & the rivers with the river
the winds of do
thine a chance & mingle
why encounter you want to avoid
the heaven mix for one spirit
meet impossible i have


For the Grins

draw your scars across the sky
near infinite
time your nightmares to begin at 2
no fear
no lunacy
just the insomnia of sweltering summer

with a loud noise
or a soft whine
or the crumbling or the stony night
wishing for thunderstorms
the eagerly anticipated sequel to tears

roll your bones on the table
bet on death
but always keep a few markers on life