Thursday, August 27, 2015

The waiting game

Brief phone calls
Then the taste of alcohol on your lips
Then my lips
Then I forget
How many times did we exchange
this passion
one breath
back and forth
back and forth
back and -

Did you steal my oxygen?
Or was I missing it all along?
Am I being too blunt?
I'm sorry
It's just that it's late
And you
a part of me
I used to mock
or maybe it's that I wasn't ready before
or maybe


Tuesday, August 25, 2015


If you'll be my next door lover
You may come
and you may hover 

Worlds collide
Hearts abide
Take this madness off my mind

Rest assured
Moment's here
And I think it's pretty clear

For now in darkness I remain
waiting, sighing with the sea.

Nightly heaven raining stars
Staring at the Andalusian sky
No more wishes left to make

I don't even wish to try.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Melancholy tree

In this forsaken town 
there is a place
just follow the path
beyond the wretched tracks
at the end of the storm
a place you can be 

under the shade, the shade of the melancholy tree

Branches of sorrow
and leaves of despair
to be shed and regrown
on the melancholy tree

on the melancholy tree

When you are aching to be free
go sit, go sit by the melancholy tree
And you'll feel your sorrows rising up 

to the branches, the branches of the melancholy tree

leaving you be
leaving you be
you need nothing to see
nothing but

the shade, the shade of the melancholy tree.