Rope

Sickly draw in

The prey

My noose is well fitted 

Elegant and luxurious

So tempting

Tantalizing

I sell it like it glitters 

A necklace

Can I interest you in a dance, my love

I like

The way you stray further as you chase after

Search the heart, pull the reins 

Tighten the strings, echoes of pains 

Writhing, saying, not all that glitters is gold

Sheens of silver lining turn crimson to write that,

at least the lord will judge me

© The Sad Owl

Lover’s Lament

It breaks my heart, again

To see us reassemble the pieces

Only to find that

This isn’t working out 

What was it I saw in your eyes

If they were not yours

When your voice went shrill

Or weak with fatigue

How I wanted to hold you

Carry you to a restful place

The silence in your breaths as you drift off

And I wished you sweet dreams

Now I wish you well

On the journey to find yourself

I walk my own way on an unknown path

A light so bright in which you won’t follow

So separate again 

Leave our middle hollow

Shaven bark makes us coarse

Distressed and with no discourse

No argument or flame

No beat or sounds the same 

Your laughter and smile if at the cost of my accuracy

I would fumble all of life to see and hear it

And perhaps that is why I should walk away

Before the sight of you holds me

The way I wanted to hold you

Until the very last moment

When you take my breath away 

© The Sad Owl

Pouring

The ebb tide seems far with the reflection of the moon

Long orange streaks and golden ribbons in the afternoon

Starry tears fall with the flow lost in the majesty of the ocean 

In motion emotion clenching fists so tight as if to take beholden

Owing the gratitude to feel even if I don’t feel alright 

Throwing up an attitude carefree but in spite 

Despite the things I said, you said

My head, hold me

Lay me in your lap 

Like a dog loyal to a fault

I’ve laid here too long for your affections

And now need new direction

To walk away from promises of better

That will never 

If ever, the time is now

And we’ve run out

© The Sad Owl

Silhouette to Forget

One morning

To dissipate in the light

Window of my life

Toss and turning

In bedsheets strewn to sit upright

A headache slight 

Una mattina, to have sworn to seen a

The curtains cascade with the breeze

Dressed in a long shirt with pulled down sleeves

Too big and draped over my body, a ghost 

I could swear 

But words that are a sacrament scarcely suffice in fading whites and morning lights

The sclera with no iris

How I miss…

Time passes and at last it’s just another morning

Waking up, throat dry and eyes wet

To light another cigarette 

In the smoky silhouette I swear I saw 

The way time passes, in memories and eventually 

A present to me I can’t bear 

Somewhere in the past, there

In a future where

Things were different and I am confident in saying

I did not see anything 

© The Sad Owl

Sorely Mistaken

The simplicity of a heart devoted

Ring already binding

Tightly to the aorta 

Closing a valve to ink that noted

The very life of finding

Disconcerted in a plethora 

Small grapes that sour

Make fine wine for my saddest hour 

Drink until I no longer cower

Ask my question to find no answer 

Dance of madness all around her

Till we both smile embarrassed

And fall back on this bed

© The Sad Owl

Back to New York

Stuck in the middle of Nevada

Neon fish in the sky, flashing lights

The yellow cab pulled up in a blur

I said goodbye to my best friend

I think he kissed me on the lips

Or maybe I just imagined it

Men never say I love you before goodbye or after

Even on drugs

What a crazy night to have run away from home

And an even stranger time to feel so alone

© The Sad Owl

In Discord

Hourglass to umbra

The time spent in shadows

So light and heartfelt

Wine in the bloodstream

Not meant for us we fumble the stars and words hallow

Pray we might leave well

Supple torn supplied seam 

It would seem that the sand is running low

The ground dug out just below

And tired eyes shutter, blue veins carry the cold 

Hands come together to capture the soul 

And I giveth all my heart

For a fortnight I lie awake

As these seams are torn apart

And my heart you’d not take 

My blood, bones and sinew 

Mind, body and sin we knew

To sacrifice all for you

I pray once more, lonely

If only

To speak to voiceless bodies

© The Sad Owl

Sun Dried

Endearing

In the dark fearing

Hands of the clock stop

So minute, fragile and falling

Like the length of a hair stretched to its end

Broken and holding onto the faintest scent


So quiet like a ghostly whisper calling

Asking how was our time before then

Taken with the wind where it went



The way you sit in the moonlight

And glow brighter than the stars at night

Gone now with the days like my dreams

©  The Sad Owl