i invited a poltergeist
to live in my quiet home
and lo did the world become chaos
from that point forward
and i thought to myself
perhaps the home is at fault
the ceilings are not high enough
the windows are too small
and look the floors are bare
they need more carpet
to warm my chilled feet
so i worked from each day
to change from wall to wall
but still things were thrown
but still i was frozen to the bone
but still screams in the night
kept me from my sleep
until finally it occured to me –

i need a new home;
and so we moved
my ghost and i
yet
inexplicably
it continues

When you walk the equator

In the noonday sun

Your shadow hides beneath

And you are bathed in light

On top of your darkness

Now you just need to find a way

To remain in that place

Forever

there is the one
who blinded themselves
to not see the pain
they left in their wake

there is the one
who deafened themselves
to not hear the pain
they left in their wake

are we not all mute
self-designated
and happily wandering our way
as we await the coming of sleep?

give me what i want
whenever i want it
inject it as morphene
and leave me to my stupor…

is this not happiness?

I dropped a stained glass window

The most beautiful ever seen

And I raged for an age at the wreck

Willing deviant time to turn back

But as the pieces glinted up at me

I saw a new thing come together

More beautiful than the first

As light passed through once more

Showing the possibilities

Of taking patient moments

In reconstruction

This is a top 10 song for me.

There are people nearby

I can tell because I can hear them

I can tell because I can see them;

I drove to a park today

It was empty and cold

Not even footprints in the mud

Now I’m drinking coffee at the shop

Typing out these required lines

And I can see the grey sunless sky

It is motionless beyond the glass;

Can it see me as well

As i am motionless beyond the glass?

Open one eye

Open the other eye

Take a breath

One day goes by

Rinse

Repeat

When we were on the range

And we were throwing grenades

I would try to send mine farthest

But no matter how far I sent them

The explosion sent shrapnel

Tearing through everything

Flying back to the barrier

I think maybe

You could airborne the explosion

Of not for the hot shrapnel

Ripping you to shreds

The olive knows

The best place to be crushed

Is in the centre of it all

Between the crushing weight

Of two extreme wheels of granite

That at least the oil of its essence

Given through obliteration

Might reduce their friction

And movement happens