the angle
under the safest of skies,
forever seems far too long
I’ll carry on strong,
take it on the chin
I’m bruised, beaten
by those of whom I’m hunting,
my angle is precise,
each cast
within
an inch
of their life
this pursuit has kept me
confined, a soft, silent
antidote, to protect
my fragile mind,
I can’t promise much,
to those
of whom
I seek
“I’ll guard your alter
and the water in which
you sleep”
I’ll continue to pine
and wait for a sign,
from those
who lurk beneath
my angle is precise,
each cast
within
an inch
of my life
far away
from the synthetic world
no truer words been spoken,
time will eventually heal
those of us who have broken,
forever seems far too long,
my angle is precise,
each cast
will set us free
from the constraints
within our life
Standen
the papers of a former general
sit static on the desk, once his workplace,
scratched in ink, wounded words
now turned narrative, fade
the oil lamp flickers, absent of breeze
a scent, musk mixed with lemon grass,
conjures as I pass his door,
the ticking of clocks, the creaking floor
no longer are we alone
no longer are we the same as you,
on these walls a portrait moans,
we are the paintings brushstrokes
each stitch
embroidered,
entwined
embeds my family blood line
my father the banker,
my mother the writer,
my sister the actress,
each a victim of a modernist theft
aristocracy’s final breath
here stands the house
where happiness left,
we are not always well
we are not always colorful
we are not always pretty
we are not always alone
no trace
from the outside
no one’s home
white noise on a TV screen
no connection on the phone
there’s static on the radio
a disabled dialing tone
it’s said true silence
haunts a house
when a murders taken place
acute forensic analysis
no one left without a trace
life
life
it chases and chokes
creeps on tiptoes,
sailing unoccupied – there she blows!
conspiring
like the catalyst she is,
serrated,
a double edged sword
the victory salute,
a clenched fist
the blade
that cut my wrist
life
she’s the chain to my anchor
with the hate I feel,
it’s impossible
to thank her,
where’s the sweet refrain?
life
she splits the grain,
kills the graze,
all pros & cons
outweighed,
evil actions won’t
go unnoticed
all debts will be paid,
life
I’ll hide,
wait for her passing,
build barricades,
evacuate her blitz
her tantalizing promise
is so hard to resist
beneath the rubble,
I’ll excavate my wits
it just ain’t
worth the trouble
life
she’s a bitch
