Sunk

Swim under me.

Feel the current change above your stroking

while you reach beyond every possible harbor.

Use my tired and pruned hands

when yours get infected with unyielding salt.

My soul has been pirated by your habit.

Is the greatest treasure buried somewhere deep in myth?

rudder

in a fitted rage I tore your portrait off the wall

watched it flame and sat amognst the ashes

laughing

is there anyone strong enough, bold enough, stupid enough

to take me on?

With All

I’ve had five and twenty years on this planet

To figure out that nobody has anything figured out.

And with that I’m one step ahead of the game.

But also, perhaps, hundreds of steps back.

With all of these knowledge fountains to drown in

I’ve chosen air.

And from my perch on high I see the dark silhouettes drifting

Occasionally bumping into one another.

Rubber ducks in an overflowing bathtub.

For What?

Here I am on that road again

With no end in sight.

Here I am making my way again

Hoping someday to set things right.

Did I forget all those things that you taught me

Deep in the dregs where I was found?

How did I end up back where I began?

The next time I find my shadow I’ll be sure to stitch him down.

And this time I’ll face them all (This time)

This time I won’t back down.

Here I am on that road again

With no end in sight.

Here I am making my way again

Hoping someday to set things right.

Did I let them build these walls up about me

When I turned my head and they stripped off my crown?

How did I end up right back where I began?

The next time I find my demons I’ll be sure to beat them down

And this time I’ll face them all (This time)

This time I won’t back down

Here I am on that road again.

With no end in sight.

Here I am making my way again.

Hoping someday to set things right.

Absence

What we write is something of an illusion.

Our hands twist and turn over intention,

in anticipation of the response.

There is a dark beauty between two magicians,

and I fear we’ll never be able to love each other.