All of my best
(And worst) thoughts
Can be traced
Back to a foreign city
Where I walked the streets
Alone, at night

the first sign of spring
robin plucking worms outside
presume it's a male.

my future is clear as the green
upon stagnant waters
with only one thing for certain

Smooth midnight black
Desecration blues
Wandering down a desolated road
With my frenzied mind
Raptured, yet empty
Longing for the end of the night
Yet fearing the dawn
And the eternity of an existence
I may never know

the sun is hot
it's heaviness compresses
so that i become tired
i want to be still
but the ground burns

i dream often
that i cannot move
or move s l o w l y
unseen and
unheard
breath a
struggle.