Approximate Train

The language keeps on changing
But still we move in chains
The words never do do justice
To the things we mean to say
I call you in the bayou
I call you from the tracks
I call you from my nightmares
I never can relax
One day when we awaken
And see what we could be
Words will cover us like wind
And still we won’t be free

Blog

I am throwing words on the page
Hoping that something sticks
There was a time when I was so very much
More eloquent than this

All my experience coagulated
Into pixels and opinions
In heat is how we learn to sell
The world at fever pitch

Thoughts used to spread like flowers
And now they kill the weeds
Amongst these words can anyone
Find soil and roots and seeds?

Oil Spill

This water that I love so well
There’s something strange within
And my wings are coated with
A gooey muddy thing
I cannot flap
I cannot fly
I cannot swim
This river, magic river, everything
Inside it flowed to me
It is music, it is time
It is taken by surprise
Find me flying in the river
Find me flying, hiding, sighing,
Find me flying deep inside

Find me flying to within
And find me whispering goodbye