All American Tryouts

Bright American stars
Turning this way and that
The darkness flees from them
Behold their quickened gaze.

Heir to the World

'Daughter of a sacrifice
You sacrificial child
Straighten out palms up
Perhaps we shall see a dawn
In your absence.'



The sky was full of rain. It cascaded down in myriad droplets that thundered into the leafy ground. The dead, autumn ground was being churned into knee-deep muck by the passing footsteps of men and animals. The clouds hung thick and low, blanketing the world in a chill grey half-light that sucked heat from bones and snapped wills like tinder. She was out in the storm, alone and shivering, dressed only in the tattered remnants of muddied, travel-worn clothing. Her breath came in short, painful gasps, as the cut in her side seared with the agony of movement. Both her hands and feet had been numb for some time now, tied tightly with fresh rope to the towering oak that was to be the site for her impending death. But none of this mattered, not the rain, the cold, or the pain. The primeval woodlands housed greater dangers than mear weather, and with the turning of the seasons, it was time for a sacrifice. Her fear had long since worn away. It would not be long now.

In the Future

Music is left to the zealous few
And gossip tracks the paranoid
In their paranormality
Ugliness crests a wave of dissent
And disseminated knowledge ferments
For want of a larger bounty
Watching wakefulness
In the land of the sleepless
With neon flares pinpricking
The velvet night sky dripping
With the peaks of human achievement
A world crafted in the eye of berievement
In the likeness of man himself.

The Sultry Sounds of Smooth Jazz

Did you ever wonder, that time stops the bullet flood
Cascading through droplets of air
To end up as as smear on the wall
A lecture on the finer points of physics
You defy the gun: you end up dead
Translated into plain language for the masses
I'm not even sure where this is actually going.

On Bandicoots and Hobnails

Soft starlight composed raiment
Beyond mortal apparell
A gift of the the divine creator
And another breath of living space
To highlight the sublime beauty
Twinkling beneath dazzling face
We are lost to comparison
The hungry, lonely few
Dancing in the dust of promises
That we swore we'd never do
But as for us heartstruck and alone
Beneath the stark unearthly beauty
We are banded together in our hermithood
The tears we shed, tributaries
From a common spring
And the chill that combats
The fiery life of bitten nerves
From distant starstruck beauty the same.

Ashamed

The thunder it calls
Us away into dreams
And the tears, they fall
From the cradle to the sea
No, I won't, be afraid.

The ground, it lies
And cries out for relief
New hopes sprout and die
And the dust, it chokes belief
No, I won't, be afraid.

What was that you said?
As we hide our face from shame
The world on our head
Has fallen, we hide our names
We cannot get up.

The sky is coming down
In a starburst swansong
The clouds obscure the sky
But it won't be very long.
No, I won't, be afraid.

To the Victor the Spoils

Helicies and victories
Stealth unction mother provided
Differential equations
Freudian and ancillaries
Un-child misbegotten and unguided
Dollars fall rainstations
Dither and wait forwards
Essian equestrian jumping
The eyes of the stalwart
Eclipsed by tinfoil rabbit
Despised folding wooden wall
Jostle ambling liver-wort
Unbeliver school and all.

Travel Scrabble

In the fire of a New York sunrise
And the hoofbeats in the night
Will be fleeing from the sight
Of your beneficent expression

Never trust the shadows
That only you can see
Before beginning
The task is over.

Joan of Are

Awaken child of the moral slumber
The life you seek seeps gentle away
Unbeknownst and unbeckoned, say
You would remain aloof of rotting lumber
As eyes fold to the backs of translucent
Pears of the sapling unhappiness
Alive and unmoving, distressed
To turn through cycles of chatter insolent
And behold you are awash inside and out
Truth pines earnestly but lies alone win out.

A Move For the Betterment of Mankind (Unfinished)

Change
Change
Change
Its a beautifull world halfway

The doctor's leaving
Your folks are grieving
And the drugs are growing tired and old
You're in denial
Imbecial
You'll never believe what you haven't been told

Change
Change
Change
Its a beautifull world halfway

Like Fish in a Barrel

Mothers dont you cry
Your beloved students are coming home
Bags on backs and fear in eyes
The future has been secured

Fathers dont be sad
Your children have learned everything
And we have not had
To take it all from them

But they see
The future plain as day
Shown are we
To be the way
Overside and underway
Ours is victory

Faking It

Laid back and unwary
Take life easy, a breath at a time
This is no battle for middle earth
This is no time crisis
Only noone knows
Where the world is spinning to.

Cliffside

It looms before me
In opalescent beauty
Glistening salty spray
Jagged knife
Cutting away desires
But to scale its stark face
And cresting it pinnacle
To be thrown down into
The waiting sea's embrace

Self-Titled

She is but a maiden yet
Her face a sea of angel tears
Slaphappy laughter
Trigger launched despair
Find eyes in the trunk
Lifeless as trees
Conjealed victory debunked
And uppercrust harpsichord
Accompanies the companies
Disforced marching dischord
And lies simper down
Heaven sent and helpfull
The cliff lurking end town
A fraying roped savior
Fallen is the beast
On which the vile tears
Come blistering down to rest

Painkillers to Kill the Pain.

All blue and high
Raining from a vanilla sky
The trees are falling down
A nonsence farm
To keep me safe from harm
And footsteps on the ground
They welcome and they
Drive me away

The dripping sunset
Beats down on my best
Suit, a walk from town
A glass in one hand
An understanding
Frown, directed all around

It's fun to ease the pain
A footspa and a warm towel
I'll turn you round again
To where the hills don't drag their feet

When She Fades (Dying Star)

Inside scintillating blackness
You are hand in hand with me
A bright star gripping the horison
Pulling our tiny world in circles

Before the rains come falling
You are lying on my doorstep
Glowing in the distant thunder
Catching thoughts in butterfly hands

On the swing-set at our old school
You are my perfect counterbalance
I remember thinking crystal clear
Let's never grow apart.

And the future keeps shrinking
Like the haze on the horizon
When she fades through the moonbeams
And the harsh rising sun
Catching my attention
To the depths of the ocean
Twinkling in final fading beauty