Onlookers

I push you

Further pint after

Pint after pint

Until all that

I’m left with

Is you and

A toilet and

Me and onlookers

Is this us

Others for everyone

Or are we

Private and scared

Afraid of everyone

But you and me

Some

Some guy some

Place some where

Some time some

Paper some ink

Some thoughts some

Feelings some nightmares

Some day dreams

Some sour memories

Some fragrant hope

Some ideas some

Some beliefs some

Faiths some family

Some where there

Some religion some

Dogma some sex

Some love but

More sex than

Love are we

All nothing more

Than some things

Bowl

I trashed ripped

Stomped pulverized and

Tore every single

Bit of you

From me and

Now I’m left

With something far

Worse one big

Horrible empty hole

Maybe I should

Have left you

There where you

Were occupying something

But now I’m

A bowl with

Nothing in it

ColdSunshine

Did you bring

The storm or

Did it bring

You something changed

Last night downpours

And fury darkness

Flashing clouds then

Just wet silence

Today remnants scrape

Past my sky

Moving on just

Like my heart

Leaving me with

Just cold sunshine

HeavensDance (to Bean)

Why do we

Dance this dance

Why when I

Advance you retreat

Why when I

Ignore you appear

When oh when

Will you and

I be at

The same place

At the same

Time that we

Were when we

Began or are

We supposed to

Fly through the

Heavens simply nodding

As we pass

Each other forever

Bumping into others

That don’t exist