...and everyone wants to be described as the guy with the eyes that burned like rocket fuel, eyes that burned like a jealous sunset or a lonely hell and no matter what he did, it couldn't be hidden.
she says that my face
is the last she sees
before sleep takes her,
and she cannot sleep
...
there’s been many a night
in the darkness of
alone
where I sit with
...
leave me to my silence
and I will leave you to your laugh
leave me to my darkness
and I will leave you to your past
...
The leaves are gone; the world’s gone to sleep
The grass is brown the earth is dark and bare
And if you look beyond that silent peak
Silence is there
...
photograph this now
because I don’t think it
will last for very
long.
...