Canvas

Was a time
A new day would
Come to pass as
An empty canvas
Until your fingers met mine
And your hands were shades enough
And your eyes did tell 
Of the fires to come.

And I said,
Spin
A story of spring.
Wink
And clutch
These  tomorrows 
To come.
Oh let's run
Through empty fields, 
Little hurricanes
Giant swamps
With you singing 
All the while
And smile
When strangers 
Pass us by.

Our maps are not the same
And isn't everyday 
Just another 
Empty canvas, but
I'll go where the colours are
With you.

Dog

Dog

I wish I was
A dog
So you'd see my
Tail wag when
You met me.
Maybe that'd be
Some semblance
Of affection
My eyes
My words
My hands
My smile
My thoughts
Seem to fall short of
For you.

You

Words will
get me nowhere
With you.

I can see the credits rolling
Already
Already the story is wrought
With spoilers
Endings
No one wants to know.

So open me like a book
Don't let my aching spine, 
Offer any protests for you.
Pages with no smell, and
Dinner stains
Maybe neon highlights
Are but a passing
Of time.
A loss of reason and rhyme.
While the world yearns to burn
I think of your fire.

To you speaking
In the wind
Mistakes like, no one takes your picture
And no one holds your hand
Certainly not me.
Complaints, he didn't see you smile
As you walked away
on embers.

And all I'll do
With you
Is turn you into
A poem about
What I
Couldn't do.

In silence

Before streets lead to a home
Before voice leads to laughter 
Before arms give way to warmth
And eyes erupt in fire
Everything must be followed
By silence.

Night

What will we do
When the night breaks in two?
And the daylight thaws the sun 
Out of its blue
I know you will be through.

Where will we go
When this merry-go-round 
Spins no more?
When your message and your bottle
Hits the shore
You can say you were bored.

What will we sing
When your words no longer sting
And all the songs have
Left your lips
You can say it was all just
A hit-and-miss.

Paperman

I live my life 
One word at a time
And if the muse is kind
The words do rhyme.

The sky burned my streets,
The shadows of skyscrapers
I gather the scraps I can find
And sing my life on paper.

Words arranged like jigsaw 
In paper towns, they teach you
So I let my paper plans 
Become paper planes and hope they reach you.

You're on fire with all you know
Your shores are boiling too
I'm a city made of paper, vary of your touch
Lest you burn me too.

And you'll only reach me when the
Ink has dried up in your wishing well
When your thoughts are not your own
The colours resigned, you say you gave it hell.

And still I write unseen words
Doused in all that's true
And maybe just until the day
Theres nothing more left to say
So I let my paper wishes
Turn to paper boats 
And set sail to you.

Patience

I have no patience
Even for myself
My words race faster
Than my mouth can catch up
Than my thoughts can think
Stutter stammer stop
I trip and fall
Over tepid wires
Into the gyres
Of you.
Transpose terminate traverse
These shallow waters
As I try and explain
Your eyes.

...and don’t go walking
With the same old ruse.
Don’t you know I was
Never made for two?