Sleep eight hours,
Work eight hours,
Play eight hours,
Yet it never
Unfolds that way.
So the thoughts
Blur in my mind,
And wasted are
My weeks and days.

I’m not a fan of sunshine
But I want to see the beach.
Perhaps with seagulls
As the only occupants
And the icy sea spray
Covering our booted feet.

When the world’s too bright,
I’ll come to you dear.
You’ve got the darkness
I’ve been looking for.
Or do I have it backwards?

I told you the apple was poison.
You just laughed.
I guess you should learn to listen darling.

You can put all my words together
And they will spell out nothing more
Than the fact I can’t stop believing
There is something more in all of us.

Time turns what we want away.
And with it brings new things.
So what that I started enjoying coffee?

We'll reach new octaves

And make new stars.

The expanse that reaches

Between us is nothing

We can't whisper across.

I know all 

The faces we would make

Stuck in a photo booth

Together.

Madame de Notre Terre

Here are your processed and manufactured lives,
Filled with the decadent and dishonest.
Here are your tired
Here are your poor
Here are your huddled masses
yearning to breathe free.
The homeless, the tempest-tossed,
Here they lie, at your feet!
Take them Mother,
And form them better in your hands
for each is tarnished o’er
with the sick green cost of you.
Autonomy, take them back,
For too long olden times have been glorified.
Wash them in the sea, Lady, and your hands.
May they then rise faultless and new.

Scribbled in my margins
Are the words of what
I meant to say.
Each line blurred,
As the pages
Have all rubbed together.

When I fell in love with you
I realized I couldn’t describe you anymore.
It’s like you had gone beyond all summaries.

It is a different time
And memory I hold.
It was solid time,
Sure and gold.
Set apart, I have lived
Better moments now,
And wouldn’t step back
If time allowed,
But it was a different
Place and time.

Does your soul expand as you grow older,
Or pour out of you,
‘til it’s gone,
and you die?

We will have to make up new words,
'Cause I've said all I can to you.

I’m no poet.
I just hate writing
Full lines
Across the page.

I’ve lost all of my umbrellas,
But it’s really not that much of a pain
Walking across the courtyard
In the rain.

I closed my eyes
And saw a helicopter
In my mind.
But you woke me up
From my day dream.

All I need is an open road,
You,
And her mellow voice
To carry us on.

The postal women
con you into buying
too many damn stamps!

I realized I didn’t have any more pictures of us together.
And I tried to draw your face.
But I can’t recollect,
And like you would expect,
I’ve always lacked that talent.

I wanted to carve our names in a tree,
But the blade of my knife
Was too dull to pierce the bark,
So we carved out our soft hearts
Instead.

It’s too bright here.
I want to go
And find a soft rainy place.

I love you like the wind.
Calm and gentle,
It thrashes and tears out
Everything too.

I bought a pack of note cards
To share my secrets with the world.
But I found I no longer had any
To tell.

We are a series of events
That have collided together,
Creating this thought,
This feeling,
This knowledge,
That I could not have obtained
Any other way.

I traced your face
In ivy and in gardens.

I easily tire
when your statements
require,
an answer.

My old thesaurus
Holds my favorite knowledge
Words are my treasure

I miss my school library,
Sitting on the third floor,
Watching the people pass
And turtles float by.

I miss the grey days,
Trees with no leaves,
And everything melts,
Pale and together.