Familiar tune
But unfamiliar lyrics
Replaced all
With skeptical humming
Fading in and out
Like waves on feet
Cast in green copper
The song escapes
As uncertain voices elect
To leave the singing to the lyricists-
That dying breed
They project till their filiments sever
And leave us in voiceless darkness
With music blurring
As the needle slashes the black center
We lose the rhythm
The inflection
Every single election
Till the call of liberty is lost
They say it’s not over till the fat lady sings
But it seems it isn’t over
Until the New Colossus finally falls silent



Countless wiser men and women
Vision beyond that of hindsight
With their bonds of community
Warm, tight, and unobstructive
Like the grasp of an infant’s hand
Leading them towards the light

Despite my moral maxim
I find myself leaving them
Friends only wishing to see me
To hear how I’ve been
Yet I fail them as they fade away
Reluctantly returning to the functional

They offered their time to me
Their most valuable treasure
Yet I always seem to let it spill
Between digits too placid to perform
They were ardent bulbs
Filaments severed
Victims of convenience

The friends I want the most
Like snowflakes on the car’s hood
Turn to liquid and migrate
Vectors to the unfamiliar ground
Coveted freedom from Galwyn
They slick the tires that I try to brace

They leave with the sun
Shaking like a leaf
My hands on the steering wheel
Cold and clenched
My only hope is to drive
Steal the heat of the engine

Parked cliffside
Beside a lake
On the rails
All alone at last
Until a hand grips me tight

The one friend never to leave
Who floats around my head
In the frozen air of twilight
Incubated in these frigid thoughts
Beloved lonesomeness
Widow of knowledge

She pulls the sting from my eyes
The aftershocks from my skull
The waves ever toppling me
Dry to salted plains
Given sleep by her hand
Reality and dreams unpolerize
At last willing to be awakened


She pinches me right between the eyes
Holding my nose like a rowdy child
Her arms wrap around my head
Holding me close
Her grip is slightly too strong
And I feel a faint ache
As her dark skin massages my temples

Through her everything seems clearer
Her body transparent
To a fault-
No soul fogs her form
Yet when I see through her
There are others before me
Brimming with emotion
To a fault-

I watched my love wander away
And as I reached
I could tell my hand would not meet her
From my crumpled face I pull an old friend
With dark arms and transparent soul
Her fingers pulled from my nose
To let the cold breeze in a little more
And blur the wandering love away
Perhaps it is better to be blind
Than to be trapped with the crisp image
Of a lonesome night

Though it is slightly less lonesome
As she rests beside me
Arms crossed
To give me a clear world in the sun
And wipe it away when it starts to hurt
Leaving only splinters of the truth


Some high or indulgence
Expensive and fleeting
Taking what it offers
While paying the price
Find what makes you happy
And watch it be destroyed

Like synchronizing the tides
Lightyears away
Two liquids
Of different composition
Trying so hard not to dissolve each other
But there is no solution
Find your love
And watch it be destroyed

Unable to satisfy
In one or another
Time swiftly goes by
As the escape ladders
Are snapped free of rungs
Leaving you to the flames
Your grief will find you
And watch you be engulfed


As the evening seeps
Twin wings flutter above
Swiftly, but not fiercely
For the starkling delivers its omens
Right on time
Such a slight creature
With tenacious eyes
And midnight blue feathers
Spiraling upon the water’s surface
Like a skipped stone
Of smooth sapphire

It doesn’t nest
And its legs never tire
But its wings,
Are cooled by the nighttime air
And loosened by the morning sun
Feeling nothing more then the sting
Of perpetual motion
And the tossing of tempests

The starkling offers sleep
And stillness
To those who it appears to
Those with eyes skyward
In the cold night
With nothing else to stare upon
Than shadows in the inky sky

Bright Morning

It could have been a bright morning
With silhouetted curves
In loose sundresses
Hair like silk
Skin like milk
A tall glass of beauty
Salted edges
And sweating
Icy condensation

But that’s not how it is
It was dark
And ever lonesome
Milk and youth evaporated
But dregs cling to an translucent glass
Sour and bitter
It could have been a bright morning



It ran so subtle down her left brow
That thin line
White like a salted field
And in its wake, nary a hair grows
Off-kilter, it severs a smooth slope
Of burnt sienna
Pale sliver of a waxing moon
Tangled in shadows
Those dark lashes
Raising from an emerald pond
And glistening so slightly
Reflecting the sky
The scarred earth shifts
As she raises the auburn ridge
And her wry smile brings the light