Inebriated

Fixated
or captivated,
the result remains the same.

I'm simply stuck in your blue eyes,
woefully inebriated.

Left to Chance

Strong hands and
those eyes.

Don't let go.

Smiles all around and
you nonchalantly follow.

My heart is skipping like a child.

What if I never see you again?

Other Stories

We were the greatest story ever told
until we started telling ourselves
other stories.

A little worse for wear, a little bitter.

I'll close my eyes to the world outside
if you tell me one real thing:
am I better off alone?

Maybe it's been time
to give up and go
for longer than I care to know.

The timing never felt so right,
down to the seconds,
compounding silence and memories.

Red Rocks

Stranger trails.

Paths once forged together
met by overgrowth,
died in time
unsurprised.

I used to think I'd die by your side.

Fools always rush to gold,
but I didn't mind
playing the fool in your eyes.

I'd watch the sun rise
over dying tides
every night, a thousand times
to learn what I know now.

Praying to red rocks,
turning them gold.

Dead in Denver

A life revised,
disarticulated mountainside.

Life echoes all around, but
the wind still smells the same
at this elevation.

Scatter me along your favourite trail
on just another day,
carry on all the same.

Catch/Release

It's all rough terrain
ten steps from the end of the world,
where I've made my home.

Please don't say you didn't know,
read the signs:

you gotta catch and release baby,
catch and release.

I was never yours to hold,
darkness comes and darkness goes.

You gotta catch and release, baby.
Please release me.

Stumble

I took the trip without you,
stumbled all alone.

Freaky how it all works out,
tell 'em Caroline.

All in the name of
the Crooner (round two),
you wanna fuck this time up too?

Wondering aloud
who I was to you,
my scaredy bones are left chattering.

Our dusty remains blowing away,
swept up by the wind
of another brand name city,
not my own.

I'll stumble on alone.

Revival

Revolving ghosts
separating mind from flesh:

a welcomed ritual.

Now dance!,
consume my thoughts
just a little more.

Leave no room for doubt.

Ignite my misery,
call it a wash.
Our insatiable lovelust,
never enough.

Every iteration
is still just you.

Antithetical reactions boast
disappointing egoic revivals.

Catching Flies

Drawing new lines,
forming words, but barely.

My mouth is ajar, catching flies
begging for a buzz.

There's no light behind my eyes
this late at night
and you can read it on my face.

This state I'm in isn't contagious
but maybe it's best to stay away.

Another night
I put on the moon on ice,
but I'll survive another day
just staying in one place.

And after all I've seen
and all you claim to know,
tomorrow night
I'll just be putting on another show.

Tapestry

The ashy remains
of love that burned too bright,
but somehow never right.

Our tattered tapestry
weighs so heavily,
and I want at least a shred
of a memory to hold on to,
to love endlessly.

If an unsung ending
is what this needs,
I'll incorporate with our remaining threads.

I'll always have roots that lead back to you.

Every line, every fiber a reminder
of our now threadbare colors
turned vestiges,
faded to black.