Ready / Colour Of The Hour / Memories of London

elegant towns
electric towers
branches that don't reach
much farther than the sky
you're a flower
amongst thorns
red chimneys
and the sea

on this horizon
sky changing color by the hour
whiskey, navels and staples
on the window across the way
you'd explode
left alone
in the same
vampires falling in love
at sunset

and out at sea
new ghosts
and old ghosts
dance the waltz
as daybreaks
like water on the sidewalk
outside the bar
where you threw
your life away

time goes
clocks explode into soon
while I get distracted tying shoes
I'm ready
take me
all the ideas and the
and the bad breaks and the fixated dilated dilapidated eyes
yeah, take me.
a millions panels of broken glass
a thousand souls washed away
by their own pasts
I'm ready

Down Libraries

Late November's light
set against a sunshine scrim.
how many years
has it been?
Your heart
stared at Medusa's face,
(her snakes
are paper thin.)
your literate desires
burn down libraries
in the storm of words
you exchange in sleep.
the machine starts up again
when we reach the sea
would have liked
more than one
who recognized
we're on empty,
the lone arm
waving a white flag
in the driving snow.
done with Civil wars
disheveled lives and loves
mistrusted trysts
and added risks,
funeral plans
typewritten sans
parenthesis stands
wrapped around
future plans
it all blows away
they turn blue
and hollow faces
replaces aces
in a once winning hand.

Bob Saves

no action
without consequences
no fairy tale theater
of the absurd
no white picket fences
you have to look hard
while choking on the
dust and the smoke
to see her...

daylight through
the bubbles
is amazing
but I'm crazy
making up trouble
trying to get to you.

swing your purse
or drive a hearse
the mirror will continue
to laugh.
you get old
lots of junk on account
pay for the past
with a dried up future
you have to sing in
the gale force winds
to see her...

I'm behind the waterfall
hiding in my cynics cloak
where its wet and cold
and I'm told
no one ever comes.
but you,
you part the skies
devastate the waves
don't believe in god
but Bob Saves.