Innocent confusion

I'm running down the hallway
Towards my parents room
Even though it's very scary
And leads me to my doom.

Dad was away for two long weeks
And mom was left alone.
They're here tonight but I fear
Some monster makes them moan.

Mummy's screaming Daddy's name
And it seems to shake the house
And I creep bravely to the door
As quiet as a mouse.

And what I saw I dare not say:
Oh! It was so very weird:
I was seen and the door closed -
Minnie and Mickey looked so afeard!

Mummy came out and she explained
That they'd been dressing up
I asked why Mickey was in chains
And she told me to shut up.

Wordplay

And the meek they meeped their mating calls
Ran amok whelmed by the writing on the walls
Irredundant, irrefragable, irresponsible, irresponsive.
And the strong whooped their branding calls
Stumblinded naked through foreign walls
Exoteric, esoteric, hysteric, climacteric.
And the remainder, who did not fit, called
Numbers on xylophones written on bathroom walls.

Wordpaint

I tried to paint a picture,
A seaside so very fine.
But all I have are words
And they are only mine.

I keep on failing language
Unable to find a way:
Like describing the sunset
At the closing of the day.

I handed you a crumpled page;
It said all I had to say.
Filled with crossed out scribbles
You couldn't read anyway.

Tales Told

Have you climbed a lonely mountain
Just to say you've reached the top?
Have you walked across a crowded street
Because you could not bear to stop?

In all the story telling
Of things that never were
There's buying and there's selling
And all the way things blur.

Have you said you'd done a deed you'd never done
Just to pretend that you were someone?
Have you told so many lies that the disguise
Is all you are and all you've ever done?

In all the story telling
Of dreams and fancy things
There's buying and there's selling
But no one flies with wings.

Have you wished you could be someone better
So hard that you had to hate yourself?
Have you looked outside at the world you've made
And only seen another lonely cell?

In all the story telling
There is some kind of mending
There's buying and there's selling
And always those sad endings.
And only the sad endings
Ever seem to be real

Fret

When the last star has set, and love is remembered as regrets:
There is nothing left to get and the air smells of cigarettes
And corroded dreams and sweat and the things you aid and abet.

I remember when we met, the way the sun caught your silhouette:
And ever since I've been in debt to you; alone I sang our duet
And felt better and yet I feel there's something that I forget.

On Snow

Victoria
snowing in march
must be like
brushfires
in Eden.

There is little more
terrible than the
death of expecations

yearning for a pure
salvation that no one
will ever see.

Reckless Desires Unchained With Carnival Lust

You tried to tell her how
you felt
couldn't find words.

Just the knife
          It made - oh! -
such succulent sounds!
as you told her again & again & again.

Next morning, woken
from memory, you
stared at your hands, but
felt no urge to wash.

She came home as you
Made breakfast, saying
She'd been out all night,
Acting as nothing had changed,
As if she didn't remember,
As if you hadn't killed her.

But there are holes
in her jacket
the knife is
very cold still   in
your pocket
frozen
waiting.

Bonding

I thought we'd stopped playing
The games when we said "I do".
(Even though you said, "Do what?"
And I laughed along with you)
But now you say: "For better or worse?"
I recall our private room, and whether
We'd ever have one again, and you
Crack whips and smile through the leather.

This Is Important

A Small Knowing

The choices we make shape
Us form and formless both.
        And the illusions fail us
        Only as we fail ourselves.
How glorious failure can be!

The dreams we never share
Die small forlorn deaths.
        And everything we cling to
        Clings more deeply in return.
Only thus do we unlearn.