and then, the water

once the songs of wisdom are sung
and the king sleeps with the pawns
the dust settles on the carnage
the curtain falls, the fat lady yawns

once the rats have eaten through
the bitter heart of the beast
the sun has set and we are waiting
a thousand eyes glued to the east

once the stars have done their dance
supernovas dimmed to sparks
and we're left in dark caves
decorating walls with our marks

And then shall come the water, love
to wash it all away
And what a story it would be
to tell another day
--

*chomp*

sins again

my little sins
transgressions
my thoughts
that go where
they should not go
but who, I ask,
who the fuck can
block a thought
that rises like the sun
and falls like rain
from a cloud
of beautiful sin
that is on my head again

and I am drenched
oh, I am drenched
in love

starlight

the stars sing a dirge tonight
trapped as they are in strands of night
a forest of impossibilities
enveloping universes
as comets hurl themselves
through the endless space
of sinful thoughts
that float
in a web of infinities

Everyday

the water dripping from a tap

the clocks ticking in the hall

talking codes to each other

in the jittery alien drawl

there is a song in this silence 

a melody crushed and bruised 

by the repetition ad-infinitum

never heard, yet over used

some talk of angels and mermaids

drowning just to hear their songs

some are stuck in their own heads

sifting rights from the wrongs

there is no pride in acceptance 

of what is and what's meant to be 

for who knows of tomorrow 

or if we'll still be here to see

the churn

after the darkness

when there's no hope for light

when the sun is just a dream

in the eyes of the night

when the pain is a needle

stuck deep in your spine

and the red haze is surreal

to keep you misaligned

when the anger is solid

like a dwarf star dying

and the weight is too much

but you still keep on trying

vapid verisimilitudes

vanishing vanities

vehement vexations

violently vile

and through it all

there is still a smile