Autumn Stream

The Murders in my Dreams, pt 2I killed you in my sleep, last night, The spade beat back the scissors, and for all that it was dull it cut through flesh like tearingThe Murders in my Dreams, pt 2
cloth, smooth, sweet, clean...
Your mind was not your own, fulfilling the vendetta of another.
Did I know that you were guilty, I who was a witness to your crimes, or was my judgement warped by those who screamed your culpability?
You were murdered by the monster in your mind, Though my hand slit your throat ...over, and over, and over... While we ran through the multi-shaded rooms, &


Untitled 13Free from the light there is a stillness, that soaks through me,Untitled 13
the rain cold enough
to set me shivering.
Into the storm my mind wanders,
dazed with dreams of
daybreak.
On the pyre of my
childhood I place my selfishness
and pray that it burns irredemably to ash.
And life should be more than an endless war against sleep...
I crave the satisfaction of creation.


Untitled 12Enter the cold spell cloaked with snow and haloed with sun, dressed brightly in gray, white and gold. Her eyes are blue: sweet, cold and empty. She dances down blacktop, skirts swirling, light, high-arched feet just brushing the tar, leaving behind a glimmer of chill in the cracks of the street, a brocade of ice on the windows.Untitled 12
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'See cause it's twisted...in the future, scientists will prove that we never even existed.' Sage Francis
Australia, Australia,
Land of the kangaroo,
Jesus, why was I born here?
What did I ever do to you?
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