You Say

It hurts

You say it will heal

You say you love me

You think about it

How it slipped from your mouth

You examined my lies

Ripped them from my insides

Tossed them out with peels and cores

It burns

You say it will get better

You say there is nothing to fear

And soon I won’t recognize myself

You wrote about it

How it came down to bolts and wires

You told me to open my eyes

You said you are my lover

So let’s not fuck around

We bleed our existential in this full moon

It aches

You say it will stop

You say you want me

From now on you’ll protect me

From this bullshit I put myself through

You will teach me how to walk again

You will force these bones to knit

If it takes re-breaking them

I float above you for fractions

I ride the current you breathe

Nothing can enter my circle

No one can be here but you

You say you know me

You say this is a good night

To let our shields lay low

No more war, no more fray

And I believe

Every word

You say

PUSH on

There is a broken chime to teach us all

We push on with the strength of women

Clearing days from underneath the brush

The stars pour light on each of us

Was it wrong to ache to see your face

To turn the dark and long around

To strike at the hollow with a vengeance

I kept chanting that I would not be broken

I said I wouldn’t give in without a fight

And the colors that you painted me

Closed around me to surprise the night

There is a wilting sprout to teach us all

We tear through veils and conquer fear

Gathering waves from a patchwork sea

And you will come to swim with me

It’s not wrong to cry to hear your voice

To turn the silent judgment into song

To burn a fire set to bring down a mountain

I insisted that we would push on

I gave my heart and soul to a prayer

And all this time and space spent circling

My eyes finally open and you are still there

Mouth Open

Mouth open

Senseless and moving without mercy

One after another

We transition

Flying and crashing into walls

Inside the fold

Try to force it shut

I rip it open

Mouth open

Reason with yourself for your alibis

This is the flinch

One more hour

We pour it down

Smothered and collapsing into silence

We levitate

This is the trick

You are all mine

Mouth Open

Interactive

I thought we were interactive

What else could we possibly be?

With these videos and images

Things moving, sounds happening

Life charging in around us and

Distracting us from what we want

You caught something sentimental

Fished it out of the gutter for me

Love washed us and put us to bed

But I was still hungry

I always feel so hungry

You’re afraid to eat anything

I’m walking now, foot and leg

My bones aren’t breaking

Silence the nay-sayers just a while

Come up to the roof and watch stars with me

Be something more than the waste

Be otherworldly and meaningful

Yes, I understand, on with the show

I have lived here and someone should know

If we can’t create our own people

Then what?

If the seeds won’t take root for us

Then what?

We’ll be pioneers for some new thing

We’ll bridge gaps and cross horizons

To get to the point

To find the heart of the matter

But if I find I can’t move self anymore

You’ll have to move for both you and me

I thought we were interactive

What else could we possibly be?

Futility

Dead ants are dotting the floors, making me gag and flinch

The clock on the wall has been stuck on 3:36 for three days

I don’t want to move from this spot and I will defy gravity

Light, dark, light again and I will not obey these demands

I’ll hold my breath until I turn blue, I’ll run with scissors

Futility is a cruel and heartless beast and in its clutches I’m bleeding

The wind is lashing at the screens and the birds have fallen silent

I’m waiting for a storm to come unleash the mad Queen

The shadow of the heartless wraith lingering in empty sets

A man who ate my flesh and drank my blood

And dabbed his mouth with an elegant napkin

Before boarding a plane and whisking away

I’m waiting for retribution from the trailing, black-eyed wolves

The payback for what has fallen through the ice

A moment of darkness where the glint from an eye

Can shatter time

I have only dead ants and broken clocks this night

And this motionless creature with stubborn intent

Being cradled by her own Futility 

Fish for Dinner

It’s no coincidence that the things you gave your life to

Are lying on the ground before you

Irreparably broken

What made you turn your head and look the way of the paths

Untaken and the roads you

Left forsaken

Her eyes were fixed on the knife as the hand which wielded it

Brought flourish to the act

Of skinning a cold dead fish

Were these the moments of definition for someone searching for signs

Always needing an escape hatch

A window to fly through

The flowers hanging down in front of the panes from the vines

Wrapped in the eaves

Offered a beautiful and delicate reprieve from the blood and guts

Camouflage for her mental state and the silent screaming she

Was used to

Cold for so long in the frost-bitten arc of a mummified past

And nothing would take the fear from her heart

Bring the peace of knowing he regards her as something valued

Bring the world to its knees with the crushing blow of simple truth

Tonight he will pry open her bleeding heart and search for clues

Tonight the sky is clear and voices resonate with pleasant tones

Fish for dinner, music for the memories

And a window to fly through