Farewell to the King

Watch the sun say goodnight
And the stars first shine their light

Gazing into my eyes

Filled with wonder and surprise

This is where you need to be

On the sand

Squeezing my hand

Over my head

Inhaling every word I said

About this affinity I have for you

As your eyes glisten a deep timeless blue

And the path of time, the sea, it paves

While the stars waltz upon those wanton waves

Diffusing the glare

Of lost wishes and care

I know I’ll never be subpoenaed to speak the truth

Of my heart and head and your lips of vermouth

Subdued, I surrender with a sigh

Alone I dream on under a champagne veil of the evening sky

Seaside Escape 

I revisit those memories,
A touch of the past,
A shop filled with broken antiques,
Where I still cannot pick up the pieces.
Echoes of memories,
Ramblings of the sea,
the grains of sand and shards of shells
Bore the test of time
Just like me
Frayed but not forgotten
Like a porcelain doll’s
Yellowed dress and faint musk  
Time’s enveloped passive touch
Roars at the indignity of want
Raw, fleeting,
Off a forgotten shelf
And mindless of the future,
Out the shop’s door
And into oblivion,
An old memory no more

Unsung Psalm

Love is not gentle

Nor it is kind
It’s violent in the ways it flails about in failure
After having tried to scream it out
In the cold vacuum of the night
Voiceless and naive 
Believing in its own power
Loud are the pangs of want
Lost in the stridor of petulance 
Digging deeper into the chasm of a collapsing crescendo
A song, a kiss, a life choking out its last moment of need
Beyond love’s finality and austerity looms impatience 
Say nothing of kind and gentle once more

Tucked Away in My Pocket

The soft denim, my jeans washed, yet this lint is like a tyrant marching his troops across a sea of wild flowers
I summon it from the battlefield 
I was too fucking demure to wear my sexy skirt and go without panties
I’m not a whore, but I’d let you treat me that way
(Pull my hair as I drink you in)
The shots and a pitcher of beer I want to enjoy with you remain as folded Hamiltons and Washingtons, along with lusterless and luckless ching-chang Lincolns that’ll be washed and fuzzy for my next hop here
I think your attention fell onto another time and place where your heart is tethered 
So I sit in awkward silence,  fiddling around with my phone, praying that you’d wonder about this girl by herself, and join me for a round or two
These moments here shall sink deep into the pit of pennies and desire

Beyond the Gates of Hell

One: Spiraling down
A dizzying array
Two: Within I drown
My heart away
Three: I’m lost about
In silent screams
Four: I cannot shout
Through tattered seams
Five: It’s understood
I’m locked beyond
Six: Your world of good
I was so fond
Seven: Trapped inside
This crushing darkness
Eight: Without a guide
In desolate starkness
Nine: The mind can’t protect
From being woefully heartsick
Ten: There’s no way to correct
The Devil’s arrhythmic

Morning Star

I focus on the distant light

Purple and pink and orange too

Across a net in the sky they fight

Up high like cinematic lovers do

The grains of time under my feet

Light and silky before the season begins

There as my rectangular afghan

Parachutes down by the grace of my shins

Tackled beneath me

Swaddled up with a black velour hood

Plunking down

Wrapping around me as it would

The wind sweeps

As the day breaks

My heart leaps

My hands shake

As I see your midnight eyes peeking from a hood

And it’s so freeing to finally see

That forever this time is truly good

Because you’re in love with me

And as we walk to close the divide

The jolt of frosty winter waters

Left behind like a jilted bride

Makes us flee to closed quarters

So here we meet

We’ve come so far

Kissing in the backseat

Beneath a morning star