Talent is what you have
Before you have kids

Sometimes
Everything needs to be different
Without anything changing

There was a time
When up and down
Were directions
Not feelings

What will sew the seams?
Time catches on a breath
And escapes with the clouds of a window
Memory fills endless streams
Whether or not it is begged to flow
Changes cover with new cloth
But leave the old tragically unstained
What will sew the seams?
The question is asked with buttery ease
When the answer is turned away like disease
Turn away, turn away
You who seek to live
What will mend these seams?

The lines never come out smooth
Eraser marks still tremble
Over the marks that grimly cling
And shuffle themselves akilter
On the white tiling of the page
No matter how much sweat greases
The wheels of your attention
The lines always crinkle
Where the edges meet your fingertips
Forever out of grasp
Forever the magpie with the wedding band
Tucked determinedly in the nest weave
Symbolising nothing.

Happy endings
Work on paper
And in daydreams
Silence kills the
Newborn lamb
Devils stalk the details
And we are caught
Red paint in hand.

offer some resistance
before letting go
the upways and the downways
not so different not so same
roll with the thunder
and the dreams and nightmares
peel back the layers of disaster
and think...

Laughter is the
Lie of the day

Falling

Hope is the silence
That hangs just above
Ground level

Today there is something wrong with me
Or so you seem to think
But maybe you aren't wrong at all

I almost laugh

It's funny sitting out
Where the weather
Reaches all the way to your skin
But everyone hides
Beneath another
Till the icy fingers
Weave their way inside

It's funny driving home
At the end
Watching as the feeble coals
Of a dying day
Are banked inside
Till even they leak and gutter
And scream into silence

Wind down the window
And fly away
Escape the sun
Outrun the day
But everway you turn
You're still the same
You've different ground
Beneath your feet
But nothing's changed

The feeling
A star burning
In outerspace
A pinprick of light
In an empty place
Try to reach out
But you're all alone
A face in the window
Of a hollow home.

Strobe lights and forgiveness
To fly in the face of yourself
And accept
Change your mind or sit there counting pictures
You can't change the past through the future
Make the most of what's left

Cut the middleman
Fix yourself
Take the time to be
Someone else
It's easier than
Changing what makes you wrong.

Some kinds of tired don't rub off
With the sleep that crinkles the corners of your eyes

You always
Walk my hallways
So the call weighs
Like it always
Does

Yourself

A beast with a lie inside
We came alone to hide
We stayed to turn the tide
To set you free
To set you free
To know yourself

The teeth that you show yourself
All daggers, so someone else
Won't know how it felt
To set you free
To set you free
To know yourself

The least you can do is try
The most you can do is die
We stayed a long long time
To let you breathe
To let you breathe
To know yourself

A beast with a lie inside
A knife to kill the pride
We change to turn your tide
To shift the sands
To take your hands
To let you breathe
To set you free
To know what it means
To know yourself

Search ye for the pudding truth says:
truth puddings
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
in blue and gold
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
telling everyone
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
to do as they are told
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
but we never listen
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
not us children like mice
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
we run through the hallways
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
and leave on the lights
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
with parents all yelling
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
in their blue and their gold
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
telling us all to do as we're told
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
telling us tomorrow we'll all be too old
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
and will be shouting down hallways
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
ourselves at the bold
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
children like mice
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
who wont silence their voices
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
or turn off thier lights
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
or turn off thier lights

Grows on me
Like layered dust
In a curtained room

Taking half an open door
All solid walls and concrete floor
There's nothing to do today
Take me away
Take me away
Here I am
Half asleep on the slay

Santa promised me he's coming today
I'm not sure I belive in him anyway
We spoke for so long on the phone
Far from home
So far from home
Here I am
Half awake asleep alone

I'm waiting for all the snow to get out of the way
Hogging all the colours sunlight except white and grey
I've been stuck here so long, glue to the window
With nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
Here I am
Half awake asleep alone

Holding a tune is so hard
When it slips through your fingers
The notes never hold long enough to be caught
They shiver and slink to
The corners you think hold no hiding
It's time to confess to the death of a dream
Time to admit you are all that you'll be