Looking out the Window of my 3rd floor Room

5:15 PM

Spindly branches stretch beyond the lacquer

Spider webs trapped like ghosts by the Sun’s dying rays

Branches eschewed of color – but behind that tinted window,

They seem so alive

Ce que j’ai vu

Orange lamps burning in the distance call to mind

Memories of Victorian London in the town square where I

Then a women was slaughtered by you then a man

With red lilies splashed like paint drops across the muddied alleys

A sickly sweet thing to pass into your warm embrace whilst the cold mud slowly seeped

Into my veins shining greater truths that now dance along

The fringes of my mind I don’t want to seem ungrateful

But perhaps you could’ve let me go that day just watched

And let me go                       

Old Habits

I hear breezes in the distance,

The soft call of a dying God’s voice

Just beneath the mossy timber,

Lies the snake, coiled and grotesque

The cat crouches, seeing with eyes far older,

Than it’s skin

“Shiver me timbers”

Sings the boy in my dreams

As he throws a stone

Into the last

Window