In the heat of Asia

We just wanted to play aroundall day and nightcontent and not seeking anything more Damp nights in Asiajust walking the quiet night streetsowningworld clasped in handscareless, just skidding off fun What every aspiring rock star wanted in late nightsafter the wee hours of an ending partysome things to talk aboutsome pains to sharesome loves to

Empty house

I know you’re there sitting on the front porch of an empty house in this perfection, I’d walk in wrap my arms around you warm lights flicker inside the room in between our close, moving bodies it’s dusk outside the geese are flying south it’s getting empty in this northern town sometimes, we’re the only

Real versus unreal

“Did you write this?” She asked him directly. In a surge of embarrassment, he walked away with a flushed face. She picked up her pace to match his quick steps. She touched his shoulder from behind and he shivered as he stopped. He placed his palms over his eyes. He wanted to disappear from the

In art

Where would I find you? In the tumbling sounds of the keys, in the depths of strings struck by chords, in the maturity between our expressions, in a dimension unseen, in your art, in my art. 20140801

Back in Neptune

Where are you? Transcended, in and out of it, intoxicated, delirious, somewhere far and away, in Neptune, spinning in a circle, but apparently sitting right here, eyes closed.

Stillwater

Murky water from afar, if submerged, crisp and crystal clear before the eyes. Sitting lovingly above the earth, just a little pond full of memories. As translucent as can be between my fingers As immovable and as harmless, Covered with weed. Uncontrollably transparent our souls are, Depth underneath. Silent pond, as still as can be Cursed