In Winter
Days go by
With a light colder and
More distant-
Nights come on fast and if you’re

The house of my childhood wept --
inside, blue tears ran down paneled walls
a precise pool

She's this little old lady
Just a fucking little of woman. Innocent. Confused. Helpless.

Yet her

The old lady waits cold,
Bundled in thick protecting layers


Against fat swirling

I get this feeling,
When I am alone.
That the wind is softly speaking.
To my lonely ears.
It

Lost within a false smile you will find the truth, of just how broken a soul I truly am. I lead my

Ignorant of the whole, one cannot mourn the loss of the half,
Despair has no foothold, loneliness

The grumpy waitress is lashed
By the twang of Americans
Above the Bavarian hum,
Until the end of

Footsteps on dry autumn leaves approaching,
Frozen, can't move, can't see a thing in

What a torturous sublime it is to feel as though you have finally come even an ocean's breadth

this morning, strangely
the windows lit with a peachy glow
all cool glass and fogged breath
my

Forgotten verses
Of somber tales untold
Wet dejected lips

Being 18, it’s like a roller-coaster
It’s lazy mornings and nights of heavy drinking
Mornings when

Another day for living.
Up with different thoughts and changing ideas of what it should be filled

Loneliness
Loneliness spreading
Fast like a gas fire
The more I breathe
The more it

Those memories of days we spent
In summer’s golden hue,
Have left me weary and longing for
Just

NIGHT HAWKS

Pacing the silent
Sidewalk, see through the neon
Window
Three people behind the

I walked alone that day
In shadow
Cast by mountains.

Where a solitary tree
Stooped to greet
A

Good or bad,
it was never made
of bricks and stone:

once it was
apple trees and

I’ve always needed the city more than it needed me
Wandering its prominent streets
Being nothing

THE WANDERER

and then I thought
I would never find you
that it was all lies
that after losing

I. Loch Lubnaig

I saw it coming.
First the wave it made along the surface
I saw it

Sometimes, I overhear conversations;
little snippets
between sweethearts, husband and

Who I am
what I say, what I do.
My beliefs, morals, fears are of
no consequence
to

I know now I’m no longer,
the most important
planet in your orbit.

And maybe I never

pinky promises
car rides at night
everything beauteous that we were
an hourglass pouring

The man wanders year upon year

guided by blind hope

driven by restlessness

always seeking

Starry, starry night
I only see the stars above tonight.

Darkness
embraces the night
I am

fast moving carriage
empty mini-bar
the stranger doesn’t see or hear
just sits in a reverie
not