A Love Story

It was the ocean and your
long soft hair
that made him fall in
love that day.

My Sagging Black Fears

I have nothing more to say. My head has run out of words and I shall never again say something beautiful. It’s the curse of a child to be loved for who they are and it’s a cruel shock to realize that as you’ve grown older your flaws have become more apparent. But I am still innocent, not as adored, but still untouched.

And my feet, they’ve grown weary from chasing the trains. Their whistles swell in my carved head. I need to wake up and stop pretending that all the nights are peaceful.

What a broken dove I’ve become. My feathers are bent and crippled and I claw for some kind of stability. Until I found out it was your skin I’d torn. Then I cried a thousand broken tears.

I need to get some sleep, but all the pillows have gone. So my head sags through the mattress onto the cold stone floor. Chipped and depleted over the years, my head found no rest.

So I called upon a man who lives under my bed. With cold bare feet, he waits in peace. But when I call him he cries like a child. His rotten teeth sneer and rattle. His hair is copper and his skin is dust and he is the clay I molded out of my every fear. If you looked, where I see his yellowing eyes, you would only see the smooth of a worn floor.

I woke that poor creature. I opened my window and when I felt the wind rustle across my face.
I sent all my fears away.
I sent him home.

The Crow

Loretta I see your fears
eating at the corners of your mind
One by one they creep upon you in the dark

I watched you crying
watched you dry your tears on your apron
and walk back to the kitchen

Loretta your dreams have died
your muse was thrown out with the murky bath water
and left for the foxes to pillage

Little girl, you’ve been forgotten,
the world’s eye never saw your face

Loretta your beauty’s fading
a little more each day-
you didn’t deserve this sorrow

You are just another dirty face in the crowd
and when the riots are over
we’ll have nothing left to fight for
You’ll go home to all the rotting food in your cupboards

Loretta I’m sorry for your pain,
your crying sings the children to sleep
When everything upright, falls into decay
know that my black wings eventually cover your
unsettled eyes

The Day I Lost My Inspiration.

I was here. Waiting. And waiting still.
But dear muse have you left me for good?
Because my life is a dying crow
and without you I am a cripple.
Without you all things turn away.

Your laughter drains from my head
and the withering sun,
it is extinguished from my sky.
I am always left staring at the
black hole where you stood.

I am here. Waiting. And waiting still.
Muse, you’ve wandered from my life
and with your absence
all doors close.
The stars don’t even shine through

and I shall dream no more.