Deciphering You

The mystery of the modern

man alludes me.

All I can do is marvel.

The technical lights blink

and the city lights blur

into one starry

pretty mass

as the nights pass by

and my life goes on.

As I learn more tricks

my salty tears never

fall and my legs just

keep walking.

New voices, faces,

bodies enter

my world only to leave.

I’ll eventually become

acquainted with every

different type of hurt.

But the mysteries still

remain and never will

I figure out how to

decipher you.

Melancholy Songs

Witches in the tops

of dark trees.

And sad little houses

with hungry chickens

in the yard.

The wind howls

and chills run through

my ivory colored bones.

Howls like lonely wolves

and night permeating.

Water dripping from

my dark hair.

Young romance.

And I’m sinking

into a lake

from the window

of a passing train.

Unusual Youth

Gasping for air.

Swimming towards

the surface.

Self-medicating.

Living by the patterns

of the moon.

Veins that pulse.

Ash Wednesday

Alcohol sliding into my veins

flight through haziness

distilled clear elixir

mixing with my unspilled blood

smooth on my twisting tongue.

I am merely hoping for the best.

Pureness contaminated

but good intentions still slurred.

Next dawn I am raw

pain, a rite,

following an attempt at euphoria

I see them with dirty crosses

marking faith on display.

I have no ashy cross

only one bejeweled on a necklace.

Hovering between nirvana and “hell”

my bare forehead tells it all.

It’s alright

music has always healed me

better than prayer.

It's All Nonsense To Everyone Else

Looking far away

at a mountain range.

I want the past

To disappear down,

down anywhere,

down into a tunnel,

and out of mind.

I am the catalyst.

Nail polish chips off my nails.

My lips sip soda-pop.

I count the months together.

I dream about ships and valleys

And a giant wolf telling me

To plant thoughts in oranges.

It’s all nonsense to everyone else.

Some things I make up.

Some things are only in my head.