The Day Passed Strange

The day passed strange, there’s no end to touch it down

Have your eyes passed over this town

The mellow morning has spurred the salts to dry

While I dreamt the Michigan clouds drifted

Dripping moonshine lines from the sky


This ribbon of road was the same for our fathers

The fields still unrolled to the lines of the trees

Lonesome voices planted seeds in the soils

You’ve passed this day, you’ve felt the way,

The mind is framed and free


The paint that lines the road begins to burn

Is the heart I own absolved to learn

Shadows cast in pavement, left to rust

Hallowed light upon my head

Sacred limb from which we gather dust


Was the wind in my veins passed along from your breath

When I came to, you looked into my eyes

Are we born with expectation in our hearts

And begin to learn to test the winds that fiercely sets to blow


Splinters of light and twine

Splinters of light entwine

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I'll take this long draught of wine

And be good with it,

Professing the spirits of the grape.

With open eyes, i dive

Into this strange-loop-hole state

Tumble and scrape


With clear and cedar eyes, you watched me

I could feel you falling down the stairs.

Sequester my impatience

You see me push fertility for decay.

And as the eggplants grew in my garden

I looked away

It's hard to stay


It's not the time

For the ripening

Fill the sky with pleas divine

And as the light inside me fades

I lay upon the sea,

I am emptied

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Keep two little eyes

Focused on the dark inside

And if you fall too far

You'll know that you have raised the bar


Sanguine at the heart

You keep it sheltered;

You keep apart.

Someone with a key

Will open you beautifully


Globe-drops of the moon

Had struck me down, 'til I, confused

Was creeping through corridors

Time leaked through


A bloom will sift into your sight

In the gloaming before night

And I'll lay as still as death

Taking it all, all in one breath

And the dark, is a ghost,

Is my friend,

It wrapped me close,

And I am not afraid of it.


And I am not afraid of it...

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Grey Dreams

A palpable precipice, the mouthfeel of words

Entertain a taste for a roseful of swords

Grey dream, oh I implore-

Come loose, lax rigid clasp long-moored.

See through the given slight

The eel in the talc won't un-wet his life


Take it from me,

It's not as we see

What's under the sky

Is what enters your eye.

Sleeping pine, sea by my side

Fallen away, discord drips as the tide


Soft white,

In grey dreams..

Release; enfold; we


Once I woke to snow on the sill

I went outside to keep it company.

Let the gin run through my veins,

Ebbing cold into the pain.


I had entered a beauty sublime.

The leaves and trees and me,

Frozen in time.

For this, I had prayed,

Being home feeling estranged

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Le Nuit (The Night Came Through)

Crimson creeps over moon

No time has passed; none to start

Sky-shift-break, I fell for you

No time has passed; none to start

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Sky Saw

In the gentle morning of late summer sun

Teeth piercing nectarine waters down our tongues

Inflamed, the air so thick, we could not see the days ahead

Hazes mark indelible on words we've said


As long as the frightened static walks alone

I'll dream until the end, there the sky never fails


Autumn came and cast its yellow light upon our heads

Fever grew in dusty rhythms wakened in your bones

A burning heart is all I've got to carry me through

Sun-tipped high is gone, we've slept too long in clothes


As long as the frightened static walks alone

I'll dream until the end, there the sky never fails


I'll keep in this place of unrest

You know that I feel it deeper than I mean to


Sky seems clearer, unconceding

As long as underneath eyelids, we'll keep dreaming

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A Love-Letter in Chartreuse

Dear charteuse enola,

You sweet slip of night.

Writers drink hungry

And art walks with blight


Morning will come,

Sweet honeysuckle, coffee, and sun

We'll shake off our darkened crumbs;

Dip our hands in


Bursts of blossoms, leaves of gold

Feel the current, the growth.

Follow the vines,

And secrets buried within pines.

Follow, fall to me, 

And find the lines you're meant to see.

All that I have taken in today, don't let it slip away


The blood-letter comes

Love and and leather bound,

It knows what's to be taken or left around

To keep

Let something else fall in love with me


And in the end, emptied out, 

We lay down our pens, our guitars, our hands, or things we depend

Left with threads,

We lay them down and hang them on a cloud

And weave them into rope;

And climb the ladder to the light

And as these threads disintegrate,

We'll lay them down... dipped in gold,


We seek to consume

What for each we thirst

What for each we think is next under some curse

To find that road

The bridge to the other world...

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St. Smoke & The Honeycomb

Soft as smoke

Through the doorways i float

In the circle that's our home


Follow the kite strings

To the faraway discs of light

Let them splash upon our minds


Unseen I'm always dreaming of you

I know you must feel it too

I wander in honeycomb

The colors melt; undefined

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Avail, Nocturne

You scratch at delicate onion skins on your eyes

Keeps the tears from falling outside


There's a box; it's worn away, and pressed in parts

You keep it closed

For all the things you're afraid to feel


The great theatre in my mind won't settle

I pick apart my brain for yours

I extrapolate your personality,

Oh, I'm restless,

I can't stop fanning the flames


I deserve more than I have been served

Tell me why I want to draw blood

In the shapes of stars

Avail, nocturne...

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All the Leaves


Will you just look at me

In these hours that I keep

The shawl that wraps around us has worn thin

Will you just look at me,

And tell me how I see

The dark that has come to bind us

Are we fallen prey,

To the threadbare decay

Limbs stand apart, stout to sky


All the leaves are down from the trees

Autumn days upon us

All the leaves were drawn to their knees

Autumn nights speak softer


Your eyes have followed

Oh, how will this unfold?

Am I afraid to disentangle

The roots from the ground,

Here the earth is unsound

Hours pass along; I wander


Sky still waiting, dripping sun

Lush of the summer come undone

A hollow place in the cleft of the sheets

Where we once came

To slip into sleep

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Into Colors

I let it all, find it's way to me

But the days all blur together, I found,

I could not separate them out

Into colors,

It's how I think these days

I'm lost without a reason,

A scent has driven me to the sea


I spent a winter

Shy amongst the clouds

When your voice dripped down into my ears

Swayed the nerves frayed from a fear

Taught me to, swallow deeper breath

But it’s harder than I know it should be

The white, hot flames leap up so cleanly


Pace the seats, we turn with the leaves

They won't lead us down

See the ways we

Watch the colors change in our heads


Clouds sleep upon bones that we open at night

Senses keened, had we forgot to feel alive