FEEL

Oh colorful ineptitude, what is your plea
Diligent extravagance, what are your wants
Can one find the hinges of a watermelon

RING

The phone it rings and it isn’t you.
I say have a nice day, but it isn’t true.

Call after call, I listen and I speak.

LYING CLOSING OPENING

The tap is running.
The Frisbee is flying.
The moon is shining.

EIGHT

I’m floating under without a knife
With only 8 seconds left in my life
I think of the girls I never kissed

I TRY

I had sad news to tell you, of a road less traveled by.
My words you took with eyes so strong, you tried hard not to cry.

I looked at you and though of times when I had held you near.

AT THE DOOR

There’s a pebble in my shoe and it’s my tongue
When I’m alone I suck my thumb
My pillow, it always pulls my hair

CEREAL

It’s over.
I bite my lip and my cereal tastes like blood.
Something’s been taken from my hands.

EMPTY HANDS

I write nothing because I feel nothing
But my own ignored truth leads my confession
Of feeling more than I know

DRIPPING TIME

Times change and the sands in the hour glass fall.
Some things less known, and forgotten tales run tall.

The shiny and the new, replace the treasures of old.

MEMORY IS FOE

We are all but shadows in the night.
Hoping to give one last fast fight
Our arms look weak but our face is strong