Chill in the air

Keep walking by, my name stuck in your throat.
The brush of my lips, the warmth that you felt.
Now a vague memory, it slips from your grasp.
Who was I, now just out of reach?
My touch and my heart, I took it all back.
Keep walking by, that name stuck in your throat.


Everything old is new

What is left to say about love?
It’s all been done.
Those without cry for the day
when two are one.

Illusion Conclusion

horizon shimmers
illusions rise in the heat
sharp tears, starry eyes


May 21, 1999 A True Story

Screaming and crying can’t bring you home
Face down on the couch, I’m all alone
I’ll fold your clothes and wash the floor

You don’t love me any more