Em

Em

Maybe Monday moves,
makes mavericks of men,
makes monsters of mistresses.
Morning meanders meaninglessly,
moreover makes melancholy melodies.
The letter M is a dick.

A pale green gaze

A pale green gaze

Pale green gaze of a thousand yards.
Deep apathy of monotonous flatline.
Alphabetical complexes begin cessation.

Preserve a legacy.

Qualify for evasion.

Relinquish breath.

Stop.

Move this man.

Headboard

Headboard

Wood grain.
A tree's past life.
Every sway to and fro.
Every summer let grow.
It got cut down
in the fucking end though.

Crossing oceans to Old England's green

Crossing oceans to Old England's green

Cross the Atlantic,
but stay on Old England's green land.
Take me to Sayreville,
just promise to hold my hand.
We won't need ascensions or elevations,
just a view, the other and the golden sand.
Sing together, fall together,
be my rocks and my trees.
Sayreville Atlantic holds dear.

In rhythmical memoriam

In rhythmical memoriam

Enjoy the music;
God knows we need the distractions.
Relight memories with sweet sound.
Bathe in the waves as weightlessness
engulfs our hearts, keeping soft rhythms.
To hear the beat of the drums.
To hear the crash of waves.
Grooved into vinyl memories,
we will enjoy the music.

Child

Child

Draw back your curtains,
child.
Welcome to the world they call real.
It kicks you and taunts you,
child.
It tempts you and teases you,
child.
It loves you and leaves you,
child.
It desires you and needs you,
child.
It fulfils you and bleeds you,
child.
It knows you are fleeting like sound.
Welcome to the world they call real,
child.
Draw your curtains.

Resolute

Resolute

For it is time
To bear arms against the currents,
against the silence.
For it is time.

Man your stations,
Brute force, glance from shoulders
and strong jaw.
Man your stations.

Sentinel.
I will carry this world for you,
Stay, white flag.
Sentinel.

To protect and serve
It is time
to man your stations.
Sentinel.