I keep a place…to keep me safe,

somewhere between the beats of my heart

and the thinning air where

crest crashes on wave

           – a place where I lay my jackets to rest –

I call it

my Graveyard…and what lies

in this junkyard of token’d clutter

is the memorabilia of my making,

the cream and the curd of my creation;

from the flutter of freedom

wobbling beneath the

steering wheel of my first…

All those unspoken words blow smoke and false hope

up my proclivity til the back of my throat

swallows the loneliness felt at the hold

of your releasing choke.

Was nothing more than these

sophomore ghosts on my antique floor

reaching from the granules of my fragile core.

only this….and nothing more.

It raps and it taps…nothing more.

It holds my madness upright to explores;

- a Mac truck with butterfly wings on your…

Ever got that bitter hunger;

that savoury anticipation

when you discover you’re

going to put pen

to paper?

You ever had that insatiable craving;

that inscrutable appetite

when you realise

you will put pen

to paper?

No?

Ever got that sour anticipation;

that illusory anticipation

when you discover you’re

going to put Your pen to

Her paper?

You ever…

I built a city for you,

last night as I could not slumber in its easing pulse…

and as if it were made of golden sand,

it swept itself together with each breath

I took from its

dusty recollection.

My mind raced

toward the rhythm,

swaying dancing and circling

like each grain of sand

on its way to developing a fragment

of your comfort.

My feet placed themselves

on the unfinished…