black flowers, leaves of grey
fading away like love’s desire
a cold dying fire
black flowers’ deathly bloom
saving no room for warmth and light
losing the will to fight
black flower’s frozen heart
missing the part that cares and loves
shunning the life from above
black flowers, frozen in death
refusing the breath of the goddess
lost in the darkness
escaping the clouds as the plane descends
toward my hometown by the western shore
nothing here to mourn, no way to make amends
no one meets me at the airport anymore
drifting through the crumbling buildings
blankets of fog shroud a concrete tomb
ashen streets filled with broken spirits
wandering through the rain and gloom
places once explored, friends since lost
childhood memories turn to haze
conveniently discarding, not counting costs
forgetting those whose souls I couldn’t raise
the lonely disembodied search the city each day
kicking through the ashes of everything I burned
ghosts surround the graveyard, pausing there to pray
in futile expectation that the living will return
pointless hope becomes despair
their dying souls reject the sun
the spirits vanish into liquid air
haunting days are finally done
A man sprouted wings, and decided to fly.
He thought about flying to the sun, but it was too hot.
He considered soaring over the canyon, but it was too desolate.
He traversed the rainforest, but he didn’t like the humidity.
He tried crossing the desert, but he became thirsty.
He joined the birds in migration, but their journey was pointless.
He flew through the canyons of the big city, but the people scared him.
He attempted to fly over the mountains, but they were too tall.
He passed over the ocean, but the air was too damp.
A man perched in a tree and began to think.
Why do I have these wings?
These wings bring me no joy, only disappointment
All they do is take me to new places and incredible sights
but I get no satisfaction from experiencing life.
Why do I have these wings?
I don’t need them.
A man discarded his wasted wings,
then walked into the river and drowned himself.
I have an idea how the music would go for this, but I haven’t quite fit the words to the rhythm. Regardless, I always hear this as a song rather than a poem.
we traveled halfway round the world
to close the shortest distance
the space between your heart and mine
we needed the assistance
of a city way down under, and
at least a glass or two of wine
they threw a birthday party for the USA
with fireworks in patriotic colors
but I don’t think we really cared
about the twirlers and the jugglers
and the high school band performing at the world’s fair
as we talked for hours in our darkened room
that night, we finally closed the distance
that morning we were lovers,
we ordered breakfast in
because it finally felt so right
we continued our discussion
underneath the cotton covers
debating the merits of vegemite
emerging late that morning
cause we were done pretending
the slipper found a Cinderella
but the rainstorm was unending
so we hid out from the weather
while we looked for an umbrella
as we drank our tea and promised to each other
we knew we’d finally closed the distance
in a clothing store across the street
you looked at something twice
because you said that it was pretty
you forgot the good advice
you’re supposed to take a second glance
when in a foreign city
the traffic goes the other way …
as I knelt beside you on the pavement where you lay,
in the end, we finally closed the distance.
snowflakes on your body
not melting on your frigid skin
protecting you in a layer of perfection
a quiet peace you’ve never known
crystals in your hair and in your veins
the warmth has left your pallid face
unblinking eyes went cold long before
pale blue windows on a broken soul
snowflakes falling, drifting, blown
lying in an alley, all alone
I make the rain
gently falling from the clouds like weeping eyes
running down the window pane, the tears on my face
for what we had in another time and place
I ride the flood
raging currents, regrets I feel inside
overwhelming me, I begin to drown
in sorrow for the days that we had known
I am the ocean
swallowing despair from a generation
swept away, their sinking souls asking for release
I take away their pain in restless seas