Admiring love in all its forms
Enamoured with acceptance
The prism drawing colors forth
Into their independance
This narrow heart could use a spot
For once, worn on my sleeve
And while the crystal fluctuates
The light will never leave



Admit this romance as it rains
Atop windshields and windowpanes
Words clung to glass, transparent veins
With pittering lyrics, soft refrains

Don’t wring the deluge from your hair
Sink in the loving, leave it there
In tangled knots without a care
There on your mind, and everywhere


Drenched and Distorted

The rain won’t seem to stop falling here
And though I complain
I suppose it isn’t what’s stopping me
From seeing you

Perhaps it’s through these bedewed eyes
Or these grieving windows,
That I take this time to reflect –
Though the pane is rattling
Drenched and distorted

Suppose this rain could wash clean
Rather than chill our skin
And not flood the asphalt with dingy sweat
Wouldn’t that be so poetic?

Yet words aside
Things are as they are
This water has had many lives
Broken smaller then one could imagine
Lifted higher than ever before
And dropped
Sometimes I worry we’re doomed,
To a similar cycle

You’re my oxygen ripped free
Leaving me bitter and hazy
As if I might combust
But nothing feels worse
Than guilting you, over me

A wound only heals as it dries
And this goes for you
Yet every time the evening patters
It reminds me of what matters
I fear for the thunder of knowing it’s you



Perpetual nausea
As a body resists the pill
Long since dissolved
Slipped down throats
In the deceptive comfort of our dreams

For the world is a waking nightmare
Dark clouds in our eyes and minds
As well as in our glass
Some hopeless elixer
From and by snakes

Bitter life
Mother of toxicity
Be it through injection
Or fermentation
Of the mold grown beneath our skin



Dearest Fiji
Sunset skin
Soft and smooth and blush
Sealing in the sunset
Her colors fueled the rush

But there below her curled stem
Lay flattened plane of bruise
How dare the world
Tear forth the sky
And stain it with abuse

I cradle her within my hands
Unlike the hands which made her fall
Empathy and sensitivity
Makes sweetest juice of all

I stayed with Fiji till her time
Arrived with solemn blips
I held her hand, she held my face
And glanced them with her lips

Her senset skin will never fade
From deep within my mind
Made hazy from the dripping pain
By what had brewed inside

She’s hanging over in my brain
Intoxicated sorrow
Her kiss’s bruise upon my cheek
Will still be there tomorrow