you dismiss songs
i suggest
for fear of committing to
the sentiment
beneath my every
shy attempt
to
connect
writing
ash breath slips though
stained glass
teeth,
i watch it rise
just beyond reach
and dare not speak
just to be
heard
while i’ve no use for
sounds like
words.
whispers frosting
windows,
mom’s piano voice
like prayers,
a shrine to dreamscapes
dimming
winter’s wilted
face,
a humble flicker
glows the
eyes.
sour in the
eyes,
lighting up then
turning
from,
a spoonful and
slumber
teases
into this half
breath
state
where lies
never promise
and i seldom
flinch.
Fragments
slept in training-
out the
back,
i hear too loudly
what’s not
said,
squealing to a
complete
stop
before the road
falls off,
chased lost cloud
back to my
corner,
nothing waits
like you.
do eyes parade
by you?
exposed
in shy costume,
making vintage
new.
broken pencil-
charcoal smudge,
loose leaf torn up-
worn off grudge.
am i lazy
or is it the day?
twin sheets creased
to form my
shadow
knows not to
lay still,
abandoned cup upon a window sill
over looking
the car
lot–
unfriendly but
well lit.
was it weak to
not feel it
fully?
backing away
slowly..
have we known the
tragic tone
of whispers like melted
magic
on the lips of
the angelic,
freed from panic-
clear child
mind
no storm cloud to
fade behind.
lust veiled in blue,
bride for the
night,
it’s looking late
upon my
face-
promises stained.
hands in the garden 
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