Self-Titled 2004

 

THE END

 

lord, stay my hand

before i sin again

i'm not sad

i'm just through with it

glad i'm through with it

yeah

 

lord, understand

it's not the same as then

light my path

guide me to the end

swear you will forget me

 

lord, bells we bring

for chariots to swing

sliced white hands

wring the life from leaves

blood smeared down the trees

please

 

 

HUSH, PLAIN GIRLS

 

hush

plain girls decry

the white queens of night

slip their hearts to the wind

 

redolence swept

out to the sea

the love~stricken sink and sleep

 

grail overflows

mantled with rose

her frigid grace takes your place

 

death sips the night

in dead~lipped delight

drunk on the tasteless trace

 

bliss on the fair

gathering air

it's not the end

 

slow

pale~hearted pulse

thundering low

slumbering fulsome and ripe

 

bursts from her wrists

slender, unkissed

snow drifts in virgin white

 

a kiss on the hem

it's not the end

it's not the end

 

thrown

into throws

ankles twist

in the tide's winding flight

windblown smiles

bite their lips

 

 

DEATHLY LITTLE DREAMS

 

turning in his stead

trading less for poor

left your laughing spirit

lapping at the shore

 

swim i am not with you

cold and brackish brine

wistful as it swallows

you in its sweet time

 

swear i'm only dreaming

deathly little dreams

when i see you sleeping

pale beneath the sea

 

 

DESOLE

 

look

in her eyes

as she laughs at the world

 

waxen arms

with wings tied

veil the troubles denied

 

as flakes

through the air

of a soft april snow

 

falling wet

to the ground

so her frail hopes are bound

 

i know

that you're searching for truth

and i know

that you hurt

but i cannot be the one

 

who holds

you enclosed in his arms

whispering

in your ear

for i love another, it's true

 

 

EVERY SUNDAY SKY

 

slumber stills

she hears the angels sing

and drink the empty air

 

when the light of day

has laughed its last

they sing 'til morning fair

 

as the whisper

of cathedral bells

cause the winds to stir

 

children dance

and game the night away

angel voices purr

 

she searches

every sunday

every sunday sky

 

she searches

every sunday

tears fill her eyes

 

violets intertwined

in a garland from on high

adorn her bitter face

forming rings of golden grace

 

 

SLUMBERDOLL

 

a smiling boy

in the sunlight cries

in flushed and light~headed delight

 

his eyes like sea~baths

sunk in the night

her kissed bite

frostless and lithe

 

'you've cost me'

carved in her arms

'these lacerations and charms'

 

her mother's drawn face

in the park

a blushing girl

in birth~dew and stars

 

sea~tangles angle

white~throated calm

i want you all

pasty and palled

 

 

EDMOND AND EDWARD

 

where does wanderlust end?

in delight

when whoever loves

opens the light

 

where does wanderlust end?                            [in the sleep of my slumbering doll]

in delight

when whoever loves                                      [this enough to die]

opens the light

where does wanderlust end?                           [in the bed of my slumbering doll]

in delight

when whoever love                                    [kiss her blood goodbye]

open the the light

 

vermillion and verdant with glee

 

 

WISH STARS

 

too much love

too bled to bleed

wish stars you blind

on everything

then every baby angel writhes

with too much love

for you

 

 

CATTLEYA

 

tonight

the stars do shine

on every side of you, my love

 

tonight

the ebb and flow

of tender slow embrace, my love

 

tonight

your licorice red lips to kiss

and breath so warm

 

tonight

my fingers trace a figure-eight

upon your fragile frame

 

love

close your eyes and rest

in my arms

let us rise no more

perfect blends of warmth

and your touch

shielded in my arms

 

tonight

your dove~white flesh

and silhouette enmeshed, my love

 

tonight

stay in my arms, girl

tonight

so close to me

 

 

WE BRING YOU THE BEAUTIFUL

 

pure forbidden knowledge

it's like sin without the fun

it's like a flagship

stripped of motion, sea and sun

 

the grecian horses slip beneath

her pearl~lit night and whisper

'love is come, love

just in time for us'

 

and for the first time since first breathing

i'm so glad i won't be breathing

on that day

hey

i'll be gone but so will they

 

 

HEARTSICK ON THE OPEN SEA

 

falling down and falling out and falling short

there betwixt the sailing ships and ocean floor

 

you'll ever wade

in the sea of your fate

 

sigh and say, 'why awake? why awake?'