from: nov. 2006 in Poems: 2006 - 2014

‘ ‘Red wine glasses spilled
Lying on the floor
The bodies pressed into each other
The haunting melodies of being alive
The eruption comes from her miscarriage
The pain of every anguished sense
The silence hiding the screams
And the weird animal like noises that make some think shes a monster

He hides behind the bicoloured mask
Too misunderstood his only purpose is to entertain and obey
But he has a lot to say
Everyone just laughs at him
I think its sad.
Having sex is like…I wouldn’t know.
Breathing is every bit as difficult as the ones who stand and watch
Not doing anything to prevent
But everything has a purpose.
Or does it?

The red wine is darker than blood and stronger
Too many things unresolved too many things go unnoticed.
Todays the first day of the rest of your life
Remember those posters?
Until you die.
What does that mean, exactly?
The amazing power of silence.
Stunned into bewilderment.
But everything always comes down, eventually.
What isn’t there anymore is everything we ever had.
What goes up must come down.
It’s the same way with moods.

If you bury the past nothing can ever grow.
If you leave it alone the seed wont root.
What would the plant be?
Theres not enough of something we don’t know.
She needs to hear shes beautiful but when will that day come.
Not soon enough.
You have to breathe to be able to live.
Her spirit will be wandering the earth for a long time
So many unresolved issues
Too young.

Breathing through frozen is difficult
Sometimes its easier to freeze.
Everything that’s frozen thaws eventually.
She knows how to ask one person for help.
And the others?
The eternal road, the road to forever.
What is forever?
The sky?
So many definitions so many things to say so many ways to say them.
And finally, The Wonderland Years.’