What It Wants

Perhaps I wasn’t right for love –
A lonliness purveyor
Though, while my heart wants what it wants
This way I cannot fail her



Like a car on frozen slush
I lost my grip within the rush
Towards you arms, where I was crushed
Crashed and burned, by snowflake rough

Don’t pull me from this conflagration
Paid for your love’s exhilaration
That moment of acceleration
My head alight with adoration

On pale arm, your snowflake falls
One last nuzzle, before the palls
My lonely skin, heeded your call
So captivated, heart enthralled


13th Night

The sky is as bright as the 13th night,
of October – the day that we met
The gleam in your eyes,
And how I devised,
A plan to never forget

In a breath my heart sunk
For it needed your hands
Didn’t know such feeling existed
Had I known you and I
Were feeling the same
Then my hopes wouldn’t have been resisted

Those olive green eyes
So pure and comprised
Of crystal, ice, and glass
I would drown in your look
For my balance you took
With merely a sigh and a laugh



Human Omega
The last one on Earth
Are they the most important?
The pinnicle one of our time?
The one who survived
Where extinction thrived
The most amazing of persons contrived
Yet the question implied:
When more people arrived
Did the lonely one lose all their legend?
Perhaps this importance
Relies on an absense
Contigent that all else have died

Consider the other
That last one is ember
A remnant of blood that has dried
A lonesome brush stroke
Ripped forth from the canvas
With now, no more meaning implied
Perhaps the importance
Is in all of us now?
And it fades as our numbers subside

So what of Omega?
Are they truly the greatest,
Or the sad final note of lost song?
Are they boundless potential
Or that of eventual
Humanity flickering and dying?



The stars look muted, small and dim
When placed beside your eyes of blue
Sapphires on milky sea
Softly gleam, temperate and true

Ice so thick and strong
It floats azure on the surface
All the frost melted away
No dusted peak emerges

Crash your glacial gaze upon
My unimpassioned heart
Chill me with your sculpted face
Before we drift apart



Acidic heat
Which plagues the sheets
She beckons bare, too hot to eat
Her gaze not smoky
Her taste not sweet
Just flame, and fire, and sear replete

I squeeze the juice from orange skin
Vacuous place, with seeds within
She meets my lips as we begin
Habanero affliction



If I told you I love you
Would you tell me I’m trite
That my lyrics dissuade
From the mood of the night

When all else seemed perfect
I was wrong, you were right
Greet my soft serenade
With aversion and spite

Well, perhaps this is proper
On this point may we part
As you lead with your foot
While I lead with my heart

There’s something romantic
About those old played out ways
Like the fading of records
Pressed in more hopeful days
I’ll dismiss you to cynics
While my elegy plays
A sad song just for you
I’m content in love’s daze