deep-sea-carrots

Years pass, the wallpaper is turning yellow, as I sit and stir my coffee, It's black the way you've always made it, Like char. Effervescent as always, you putter around in your apron, only the wrinkles around your eyes could persuade me that I've been away for so long. Somehow I'd forgotten your kind smile, taken for granted your warm nature, I could just about cry thinking of all the time I spent Out in a loud and buzzing world full of callousness and iniquity. The cat clock tics away, the pie in the oven is turning golden brown, as I sit and eye the reflection in my coffee warily. Even in the murky, shiny blackness I can s

It is cold and beautiful outside. The shadows and the hues are dream-like and their sinister undertones are softened by the haziness of a sky brushed only with the slightest sign of sunrise. The glow of streetlights is all at once strange and fitting. A quiet testament to the presence of civilization in an otherwise rugged landscape. It is in the silent waking of the world that my thoughts can come to fruition. At all other times my head is jumbled, my words scrambled, my mood hectic. With the mind pushed past the state of sleepiness, it emerges on the other side of consciousness. The side that is calm and serene. With no want of rush

A soft moan... a child sobs deep in the stalks of the garden, A vision of blurry memories like over-exposed photographs, In the corners of my eyes I can see your arms around me, feel the earth shaking, or is it me that's shaking, in the sturdy braces of your grasp? wet and salty, red eyes stinging, drowning my eye sockets ...it's me that's crying.

Look in the mirror, a skeletal reflection, a ghostly complexion, Went down to the doctor's, said I need a new direction, a miracle, a resurrection "are you gonna let yourself whither away?" and all I want is to punch that sucker in the face Because, by god, I am alive today. And no amount of threatening, cajoling, or regretting can change the fact that I'm alive today, Between what I have and what I owe, on god's green earth I do not know ever the direction the wind will blow, I've been circling this mountain, going miles around just to see if there's a pathway leading up, And I've been swimming like a salmon, struggling ups