when love graced

lost in dark
came the light
gentle falls the rain
and I am drowned
too much in thought
lost in the light
came the dark

look to flesh
be my savior
grasping air
lover lost to time
time…
never lost
when love graced

limerick

She came one day in soft little Ohs,
who'd a thunk she'd become a giggler.
and coo to the bounce of a lovely man
who's an ardent slap and a tickler.



prodigal child

Mam had grandiose dreams
of a prodigal child
practice wasn't a thing tolerated
everything should come easy
and at her whim - even life -

dance, cello, flute, guitar
and that was just for me
there was another girl once
with dreams, and a boy.

But all I was good at was
being distracted and shy
books and being a goof

Now, I'd say I'm good at something
I can write, I can fuck like crazy
(though that stays in my pants)
and I can feel my freedom
in the low grind of a good beat

an old soul finally letting go

the kind a girl that walks
off a broken toe for weeks

funny thing is I really wanted
to play that guitar and sing
if she ever would have let me – sing.