his voice is sung

through
plastic gold teeth

wedding singer tales

all these strange dreams, again

death of dignity for the love of privacy
death of privacy for the love of self

waiting on that something
waiting on that someone

please sleep softly

these tiny speakers,
i listen to lies seep out of their pores and voices of old lovers who haven't aged a day since i left them.
but the love grew old and the songs got dated.
i stopped going out on dates.
now i wait patiently for fleeting moments and stares exchanged to decide the premise of new lovers. they come and go. i go and come.
i generally go too much, can't say i don't like it.
together they make sense. they help me make sense of foot steps i try and trace backwards with the thought of forward motion.

south of the equator
lies decoded
beauty abrupt yet stunning
silence amidst city breaths.

in a city
people like you exist.
you do.

most times it's just dust and clouds.

birth and babies and birthdays
and cake and parties

and getting older
maybe just old.

everyone who pretended.

cherry tea 

and imagined 

shopping sprees.

crass lies from telephone lines.

i just wanted to say
that sometimes...

cool kids don't think twice.

luck.
or so the saying goes.

trav'lin light
it's just unlwaful.

real stain
on
fake satin

our histories are crumbling.
mombasa, kenya.

i'm
not
your
heartbreaker

when i read, it's not often things make sense

but when that moment comes into view
and the letters line themselves up as awkward lies
i remember why i started turning the page.

b

i've got so much to tell you,

if i could only find you.

threading delicate,
seat me in the sun
with the misrepresented queens.

talking to myself
sunday romance blooming on empty
staring through broken window panes

and speckled dusk dust.

ibrahim the seahorse
that wasn't.

1:08 AM

"heaven knows it's got to be this time..."
miniature realities of what may become of her.

banking on a bench of billions

plastic ponies told her about
secret underwater ceremonies.
she was left with heavy choices to make.

...just because i always knew
that i wasn't always going to roll out of bed
and wake up to the sound of the ocean drying her tears.

let me be your souvenir.

april showers
lonesome t.v. dinners
records echo and
shadows don't fall on floral carpets.

                        

time to skip town
buy some chocolate cake for the road
and be a young rebel again.

craving a winter sky iced with rain clouds.

just for one day.

it's starting to feel
like i'm eating
cardboard cicadas for dinner.

time for a new hair do/style.

please be real.

shopping for jesus and friends.
we're here to celebrate.

lazy afternoons
in the middle of busy life schedules
and morning light.

after the moment.

berlin, you were cool.
berlin, you were cold.

home.

softies.
time warps.
colour.
words.
four year olds.
cameras.
always cameras.
poise.

(you're) the piece of gold on my black wall.

down the hill.
down the street.
i met you somewhere.

i saw you peeking though the door.
new year. new you, you said.