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



This Feeling

The red light buzzes above
It’s raining within the windshield
My brow is tight and raised
My eyes are damp and hazy
But I do not cry, for I can’t find the reason
Some reason to push over that edge
And have the tears wash this feeling away
Whatever that feeling might be
I need vindication
But I can’t find the excuse
I wish this all was not real
That somehow I could live in a fantasy
Where I’m strong,
The protagonist of my own life
I’d have something to make me special
Something to draw someone special
Morality on my skin
Plumes on my back
Being able to fly
But here I sit
Ambiguity welling
The light changes
People pass
But the feeling doesn’t



This loneliness affliction-
Do I desire for this position?
Or is this passive inhibition?

Is lonely how I want to be?
Or was it just necessity?
Is all this really part of me?

Or have a simply learned to cope?
And in routine, found my hope?



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



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



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



I’m not scared of death
For then none would mourn
The thoughts I had inside

But if I should live
All my life I would give
To see them realized

But if I grow old
Oh, the sorrow I’d sow
If my thoughts were first to die

I’d mourn, for I’d say
They’d been taken away
And I’d forgotten why