something i wrote
got lost in the shuffle.

dont you worry,
you were all there, this
drawn out town hasnt burned me that
badly.

Gotta drive them away somehow.

Good morning Vietnam. I will see you so very soon.

Something to write for, some reason to do this. That's all I've ever wanted, that's all I've never had. Thanks for everything kid.

It always ends up feeling like such a beautiful, hopeless, waste of time. I'm not sure I know any other way. And I'm completely sure that you don't either.

Storm clouds.

Walking in the city
Today I
Slid past a
Man reading a paper, a
Man fighting, on the phone
With his love, a
Woman, walking, with too
Many
Coffees and far, far
Too many dogs
I sauntered, in quite
The reserved fashion of one who would never be caught dead described as such
I moved past a woman who
Didn't even resemble you
In the slightest
Hands breadth
Of a thought, and
Yet I only thought
Of your absence from this scene
My mind churned with the limitless ways I would describe
You in this poem, several hours
Later as I wrote it on my
Phone
(All of which were far greater
Than this drivel, I'll have you know,)
All that came to my mind, throughout this cavalcade of
Nonsense and detritus wrapped in pretty
Pretty form,
I could only think of
Thunderclouds.
I could only see your
Eyes.

-written on the metro, in a crowded train, whilst getting yelled at and jostled and smiling the whole way. And in progress.-

I wish to hope
You
Sleep to dream and
Sometimes, perhaps
In a grand time and great
While, you
Take a breath and
I, for a
Fleeting instant, a
Tired passing moment, I
Slip though your thoughts
And
Sneak towards your heart.

ashes to ashes, hope to trust

how i wish

you were here, now

just to have your smile,

your scent,

your sleeping form next

to mine, just

to have that

well

that would be everything.

and as such, the lights

grow brighter, the

dawn rides through once

again,

so full, so strong, so

relentlessly consistent with

that one brutish

reminder, "she isn't here," she

won't be

smiling

stretching,

slinking

herself awake

next to you.

and still i

fall

asleep, if

only to wake, if

only to dream, if

only to chance

for tomorrow.

-because there is no today without you, there is no now.

only hopes, and dare say it

prayers, for the future.-

(Goodnight Song, wherever you may sing.)