R e v e n g eMy part time factotumAnd Jack of all tradesThe reverie stops at your limp wristsThe sarcasm fadesEverything is out of syncResting, yet without punctuation.Open the clichéForgive my trite sneersForce hatred to your lipsAnd neck a few beersConcentrate on distraction, don’t think.There lies our sanity, in tatters on our used up bed.
G l u e A n d W a t e rPapier Maché houses, standing so strong…. Looking so secure, ‘til that slight breeze comes along.Papier Maché people, getting soggy in the rain…. With a squelch I scoop them up, and rebuild them again.
L i m b s C a n B e C o u r i e r sA silent goodbye to the blessed bordersWe imagine our children lost in the snowAnd so I called once more upon my memoryYour blood and silence…Our all… is enough...Undone by my spiritThorns breaking skin, as i clutch my rose.