Good-Bye

Summer floats away in the distance
as our romance slowly fizzles
to be replaced by walls, gates, barriers.

We know each other no longer.

We are two strangers
sitting in the shadow of the moon,
sharing a moment
yet not sharing anything at all.

We are both enwrapped in our own worlds
and cannot pierce through each others armor
which leaves us feeling cold,

like the changing weather
that banishes birds to the south,
causes leaves to color, fall, and crumble

and causes our love to die.

He Said, I Said

He said, “Hear me.”
I said, “What?”
He said, “Love me.”
I said, “How?”
He said, “Kiss me.”
I said, “When?”
He said, “Know me.”
I said, “Who?”
He said, “Come to me.”
I said, “Where?”
He said, “I’m leaving.”
I said, “Why?!”

Hate

I saw the pits of hell today—
deep into the raging fire of hate
that burned so deeply,
blackness enveloped my world
and thrust its iron grip around my throat
choking me.
Choking me
with such revulsion,
I wondered at the monsters who sat around me
feasting on this hate—

Doomstown

I’m never going to Doomstown
I’m never going where the sky is black
I’m never going where a wind-up frown
Is clickity-clacking-click-clack.

I’m never going to that place of death
Where ghosts inhabit more than graves
Crawl upon the town with stealth
Make the people into slaves.

I’m never going where thunder roars
Dances-prances in the street
Clashes with the Lightning whores
Strips them naked in defeat.

I’m never going where corruption rules
Where kings get drunk on drinking blood,
Turn the people into mules
And ride them, ride them in the mud.

I’m never going to that town of doom
I'm never going where God’s tears lay
I’m never going, no matter whom
Calls me out to come and play.

I'm never going, I'm never going,
I'm never going, what don't you hear?!
I'm never going, I'm never going,
Never ever going there.

Drowning in a Bottle of Wine

Drowning myself in a bottle of wine
lest I drown in his muddy eyes
that hold me captive to impossible expectations.

He wants me to be something I’m not,
He wants me to be his savior—
to step out of my life
and step into his—
to pluck his soul from the greedy quagmire of confusion and loss
and absolve him in the burning flames of love.

But I can’t save him,
I can barely save myself.

I’m an island of desolation
disguised as a blurry oasis;
trapping sailors near and far
until I become victim of my own charade
and my heart is gone,
scoured by all the eyes
that accuse me of betrayal—
for offering a promise
I could never keep—
for being nothing more than a lonely Siren.