The Rush of Sympathy

From the crimson glare of their taillights
Shuttering, at each oncoming flash
That evades my trail

Marooned, to the deepest shadows of a forest
Friends sympathize
Then swerve out of sight

The chorus of the road
Is a lifeline for the mind
That is gradually sunken
Into nightfall and chaos

Soon few lights will carve into these woods
To dig me out of this rut
Of endlessly pleading

Spare Me of the Wait

Eager for the crash
I ache for the rush of peril
For the embers of a truth revealed

Spare me of the wait
For the honest uproar of flames
Spare me, of the long silent hours of worry

Let these moments quake
With the evils I await
I have had my fill
Of writhing in suspense

Fair Warning

As friends had forewarned
I swelled with unearned delight
Boasting from the stars
As their heaven-sent judge

Shame rules over the wreckage
A twisted pyre of victories
Left to blaze unknown

I locked eyes with a dream
Earning nightmarish scowls
Dashed upon the truth
As friends had forewarned

Prayers of the Marionette

Cut away the strings
That have wound me in service
Forging, the gorges and peaks of tomorrow

Free these trained arms and legs
So I’ll sink into the fog
On the awaited crusade to myself

Level these judging walls
So my voice may soar into daylight
Gathering the ballads of the lost

Sever the wires
That sustain me on sweet delusions
Let their sparks fizzle out in the past

Saturday Night Rush

Saturday evenings leap
Into cool formal shades
Stomping out the flames of the week

There’s a rush of fine-tailored royals
Stuffing every block
Like the Great Barrier Reef
At its prime

Until downtown is a pulsating creature
Swallowing full nights
And retching up worms
For Sunday to judge

A Persistent Memory

May she never stray from sight
In the heart of dusk
As bedlam rises from its lair

Or I’m sure to waver
And slide into apathy’s chains
Too drained to break free

May her bravery chime
Leading me, over the breach again
And clear into rapture

The Gray Cloak of August

The thrilling high hopes of summer
Are confined and smothered
In the balm of August

Rain always looms and sways
Like refreshing promises
Unkept, and hoarded by the silvery heavens

And not a seaborne gust
Can free us from the oven’s heave
Broiling our affections
For the broad days of summer

So August burns
With a Southerner’s passion
Lumbering out west
In his long gray cloak

The Agile Beast

Today was an agile beast
Stalking every inch of my skull
All to claw out civility’s roots

Though this battle still wafts
I fall into slumber with hope
Having tussled the whole way
Into nightfall’s bleary domain

Though today was the villain
Tomorrow may rise like a fawn
And take to the brush
Without a sound