Shadows of dinosaurs
On my wall
Bushy tails shaking
Communicating
Something I can’t decipher
Perhaps about a dinosaur up above
About to come down
And grasp at life with its talons
Poetry
I need to be a giant
I’m too small
For these feelings and thoughts
I need to be a giant
To keep it all contained
Inside
Feeding the Jays
Awaiting your arrival
Every day
Prepared and ready
For when you fly my way
A banquet awaiting you
My moustachioed
Squawking
Jay.
Silence 2
Not all silence is absence
But something trying to fulfil itself
Without success
Exhaled in sighs
Emptying trinkets in the shape of humans
Full of recycled baggage
Trying to return to our innocence
Facing the dilemma of our darker sides
Silence
The arrival…
Of footfalls…
The birds singing…
Wilting flowers
In the funeral home
That breath …
Sighed…
That lingering goodnight kiss
Remembered.
Footsteps…
R
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c
e
d
i
n
g…
Each silence has it’s own sound
Desperation in socks
You, desperation in socks
Sanity heard you coming
And changed all the locks
You wanted to be like anyone else
But you crystalised
Into yourself
Who you tryin’ to kid.
Who you tryin’ to kid anyway
You’re just a man, on the fray
Falling at the seams
Collecting the shards of all your broken dreams
Sharp enough to cut your wrists
You’ve got desperation in your eyes
It’s in your reflection
Who you despise
You want to be someone else
Who you are, makes you unwell
You’re dying but you figure
Everyone else is dying too
So what does it matter
If you linger
Isn’t that what everyone else is doing anyway?
