Cheap Suit

Thats a cheap suit.
    But it fits you well.

Quarks

My yawning radii, tired bones distressed.

Three quarks for a muster mark;

yours pullin from far away.

Rotten Banana Bite

when i kicked out you bit at my foot - 

making a mark with your teeth that bruised but didn’t break the skin.

A rotten banana bite.

      the kind that spoils all the insides but leaves the peel intact and faded.

Sunday

“And Peace be with you,” he said on Sunday.

Early.

To the girl with the amber eyes. Somber. Amber.

Who didn’t know why she was there.

Except that his hand was warm.

And I had a dream

And I had a dream of sand and rocks. 

Tumbling, tumbling, my head my heart. 

And into it all I was swallowed. 

Completely. 

Which river is yours? Which branch is mine? 

Which tree bows down for the queen as she passes; 

the queen you’ll take and leave mine broken.

Ashes.

Cracked mouth

I wrote that song in december. It doesn’t apply anymore.

But no one believes words from a cracked mouth healed.

not mine.

Memory saves the gash in the corner. 

That Day

That day on the beach with the Man o’ War,

I made wishes that I didn’t want and promises I didn’t keep.

But only promises to me; so only my tears would drop,

to the sand where I dug words with a stick, 

and the sea stole them away.

I wished away my happiness for a moment of respite.