Trainwreck Ticket

Give me a piece of paper,
That reads “Admit One,”

for my Concert Hall Savior.
He’s shaken hands with the sun.

Give me my own kind of shelter,
built of my own steel walls,
a new place of worship,
like the concert halls.

In those steel walls go,

to admit one outlet there,

and do Give me a stereo,
to make decibels of my cares.

Make screens of my eyes,
and electrify my soul.
Make cords of my veins,
and sound waves of my blood.

Now I’m all plugged in,
With a volume dial tourniquet,
Shocking my words into fuses.
Music, pray I won’t short circuit.

Blank Milk Carton

There is no need tonight,
to send out the blood hounds.
Let us lose the tracks of Time,
and the very scent of struggle.

Without a pack to follow,
we may start to confound,
the paths and the reasons,
leaving behind all once so simple.

Let us not become bewildered,

in our wild wilderness.
Traveling an untouched trail,
we see only what our eyes desire.

There is no need this morning,
to send out a search party,
Or to lose your sleep over us,
when you find us to be missing,

We will find our own way,

through getting lost.

Snow Suffocation

Arriving white as a Lily's petal,

but consuming her warm breath;

Indiscriminate, where it may settle,

extinguishing all within its breadth.

Coming with the wind, as ships behave,

traveling even whiter than a sail,

and whiter than the crest of any wave,

in the most frigid currents, it prevails.

Bringing no fruits or favors from distant seas,

only a bitter end to all in its path,

and its approach bares no sympathies,

in the endless winter's wrath.

Arriving white as a Lily flower,
but not so kind or sweet a scent.

There is a finality in its power,

a greed in its taking, never does repent.