Star Salted Sky

Day turns to dark ashes
as feathery shadows
unwind quickly;
the spring of night’s watch.

Elliptical slivers
of cool moon-filtered light
pierce my window
then ripples in veils.

I pray for the sunlight
and the wind-polished sky,
dappled whispers
my cat tries to catch.

Red trumpet vines flourish
in soft stillness pooled deep
as the star salted sky
gently sails.

 

Put Out The Sun

Put out the sun,
draw down the shades,
raise the dull, cloudy sky,
get me out of this place
to where wild grass fades
and winter snow flies
as wind stokes smoking ruins
until ash burns the eyes
and there I shall die,
‘neath a sky frigid blue
for there’s no point to living;
no point to me without you.

 

Omigod, You Guys - Legally Blonde - The Musical on MTV

Ill with the flu.
Tucked in bed watching this.
If I were a blonde, I’d be legally blonde.

Send soup.

(Embedding disabled. Bleh. Click HERE to watch.)

 

 

Empty Words

No sides nor walls.
No base nor form.
The wind blows through,
you can’t keep warm.
A hollow castle
with no king.
Your empty words
don’t mean a thing.

 

Dry Shoes

I see it now.
You weren’t the man.
Rough waters came.
You let loose.
Ran.
Stood on shore
to watch me drown,
then turned your back,
went into town;
dry shoes, dry clothes,
dry eyes, no tears,
you drown yourself
in one more beer.

 

Just A Cat

I wish that I were just a cat.
I’d tuck in grass, eat well, get fat
and everyone would stroke me sweet,
not kick at me with bitter feet.

 

 

Into The Night - Santana featuring Chad Kroeger

This is new and, pardon my French, I fucking love it.
YAY!

 

I Remember

I remember
the tangle of blackberry bushes
and the light that streamed in
through the east windows
in our place.

 

I remember
the crinkled, cotton pillowcases
and how the pastels of the lake
faded to ancient watercolors
in our place.

 

I remember
your eyes, heartbreaking bright blue,
and the sigh of your breath on
the nape of my neck
in our place.

 

Blue-Denim Sky

Pale blue-denim sky
like a penitent’s shroud,
winterwater cool
moonlight does float,
winddriven shadows
shift fast through the pines,
milky light of the dawn
starts to gloat.

 

Breathe In, Breathe Out - Mat Kearney