'storm'
smells of storm this morning
skies stained like blackened hearth
sun too timid to show its face
as if banished in disgrace
from opening scene
i am inside living painting
figures charcoal coloured
by trembling brush stroke
like an afterthought
soon to be washed clean
follow reflections
fleeing from dimpled harbour
fluid shadows pirouette
fling their bodies
and dissolve into green
'sun and moon'
sunken shadows
feeble fall
crushed by a stilted moon
breathe the earthen
lust of night
and hope to see you soon
fire forms upon my breast
a trembling lullaby
of searing sunrise
glistening
beneath a tainted sky
'dresses'
she's buying dresses
to feel pretty
her hair an auburn blur
of captured sunlight
laughter that
dimples the air
arms swinging
against violent blue
and apple blossom
without a care
except for when
to wear her new dresses
'old coot'
day smells like
old farts
sky's been in a
fist-fight again
all beat up
black and blue
frowning down
like a grumpy
old coot
'burn'
wish i could sleep
but the night
prods me awake
burns the edges
of my brain
ignites poetry
embers again
i'm tired from
lack of dreaming
'red'
sunrise dons rose-coloured
glasses and i
peek over traffic
over trees
seek perfect shot
unable to stop
rush hour bleed
through ashphalt veins
'ride'
gotta shout it
can't hide what i feel inside
i'm like a mustang runnin
i'm like a freight train comin
can't slow me down
can't slow me down
'pyro'
gotta need to bleed
thats drivin' me insane
hasty lit anger wick
blood rush to the brain
i'm a blow torch burnin'
scorching up the place
like a pyromaniac
like a hurricane
'echoes'
i'm seeing old faces
blurry recollection
from distant places
where childhood dreams
echo
'flutter'
passions frail
like burning
butterflies
flutter, falter
in darkness
fall
to oblivion
'tangle'
we are hidden
you and i
tangled
like the fog
tangles morning
in romantic
fashion
concealing
important
information
creating
confusion
