We are but prisoners of waterfalls...

We stand on broken ribs.

Faces to the glass, we drown.
Heavy mileage on our minds,
We wrap the earth in cerebral folds.

And the corpse we carry
Really is a weight we'd like to throw.
We love the strange new animals,

We love the fearful plants
But we all surrender
Turpentine to rid us of our pasts.

You would walk the rotten hillside,
You would taste the clouds below.
But the world you walk

Is running water through
Valleys in palms of hands.
We all know we will be

Respected by greed and death and loathed by clarity

Jettisoned

Emotions flood the banks
The valleys overflow.
If only

Memory served us better,
We could swim to dry our souls.


We're suicidal swans.
We're silence, in throats we creep.
You'll know us by the shaking ground

When ideas emerge from the deep.

Dolphins have more dignity.

A sleepwalking helicopter, gracefully deceased.
Beauty makes the blind weep.
To describe a song in colour

Is a portrait's symphony

The light drips on closed eyelids

Through holes in weathered sheets.
Curiosity stands up where strange faces hide and seek,
Swarming the webs of electricity

That dragnet the city;
Confusing power with duty
In a place with trees like origami.


Monstrous theories dance with nightmares
On the horizon.

Absolute equinox.
Listening to history in the present,
planets approach with lupine walks.


We're suicidal swans.
We're silence, in throats we creep.

You'll know us by the shaking ground
When ideas emerge from the deep


Offering flowers to the dirt
Like paralyzed dancers we decline
And smile and flee.

But, with years of past devotion,
The crushing atmosphere is bittersweet.


In my waterfall,
Here,
In earth, I'll slowly

Disappear.