Polaris

making dinner plans

with folded hands
and eyes that roll

all the way back to Polaris

where we would drive,

anxious & aimless

just to listen to the Smiths

Behind The Rainbow

I knew her when winter was her cloak
And spring her voice she spoke to me...
--Chris White, "Changes"




I can only find traces of you
-- a tawny, thin strand brushes red across my cheek

Every time I see that same pearly blue
-- a bitter thud

In some alternate universe
We're sitting at that table together
In defiance,
I brush your cheek with my hand

Your lips
push a thin, red smile

People Ain't No Good

"we crossed paths for a reason... and it only strengthened my faith in just that... reason."

i called your name
a deaf response from
the broken glass
all come to rest

what can we bring forward

from borrowed
loves?

shattered images

clenching our faces up
and worrying about
what is ours

what once
was not

what flesh can i clutch from honest purposes?

i wandered
through grievances
and personal
price

coming up in intervals
to glimpse a saviour's
face

but it is changing
and hazy,
drowning
in the blue

i called your name
from the broken glass

all come to rest

Goodbye's too good a word

all roads are closed --

could i have done better?
i'm not your passenger

anymore

no more grey skies

disappearing in your

charcoal eyes

hope you found someone

to help you disappear

to keep her mouth shut

and pick up

the early-morning
pieces of you

scattered girl,

stupid girl

with senseless fingertips

but your cut was so exact...

(you gave the knife its name)

me, i've lost all accuracy

my hands ache at the sight

i'm not your passenger anymore