ski lift

He thinks of mentors
and the mentors will torment.
They are tormentors.

into obscurity

why i'll never be
a writer of poetry
or prose is easy

when it comes time to
save the thoughts in my head i
click "delete" instead.

untitled (3)

realization:
i will never see the light
in this condition.

untitled (2)

You and your blue eyes,
hiding away all your lies;
now I know better.

untitled (1)

summer is over
so now the days just drag on,
on and on and on...

thousand year old distress signal

he was twenty year
old boy, who lived with girl in
small Mars colony.

she completed him,
once. Lost, High, alone, broadcast
from Mars Shuttle Five

Lighting cigarettes
as the last hover sailboat
made port and anchored.

sense of adventure
defeats standard high jinks of
counting revolutions.

what takes overboard?
watching the Suns rise and set
create and destroy.

passion sustains them
mid rage and then comity.
she sees right through him.

or, more precisely
the view from the Solitude
of her escape ship.

grasp this concept now:
wife gone, no why or how. he'd
go if she'd allow.

struggle to see what's
simple to me, don't you know?
"i can't let you go."

d u a l i t y killed
the man. "forget about her."
no one understands.

hints where she went?
declared, "See You Space Cowboy...
Spike for President."

before the rain comes

i tend to lie when
i say i'm okay, so you
should know cloudy days

are the worst, not because
of the grey, but because they
used to be yours, love.

i'm sure of it

people lie 'cause no
one could ever love them for
who they truly are

dripping juice

broken fruit for you
waiter in the summer sky
eat, drink, be merry

3.14159

i tried to count to
pi, but before i was done
the world had ended

Rx

they expect me to
save lives, but i can't even
take care of myself

I Heard There Was A Secret Chord

a wise man once said
"all songs are sad songs, if you
know how to listen"

H2O

i feel as if i'm
drowning, yet dying of thirst
at the same time, and

i'm claustrophobic
in my own skin, and if i
could just escape

for a minute or
two, maybe everything
would feel good again.

suspend your disbelief for a moment

you can doubt it, but
i'm not seeking physical
intimacy-- not

really. i just want
to be anchored to someone
outside of myself.

butterflies, revisited

i decided that
you weren't worth my time, until
i saw you again.