The corners of the room don't meet.
A small and constant error

The solid things feel porous now.

The key is the lock.
The crooked lens behind the eye.

The ink runs
down coastlines of what was certain
blurring into my margins

I drew my cell
And the path 
erases itself with every step.

I Drew My Cell

My throat was dust,
my prayer was spare.
Then the dirt answered with a fever,
its kindness became my cage.

The lilac air became a heavy memory
a front porch in an endless summer.

So I laid down my hands in the endless green.
I formed my faith upon one barren branch—
its healing touch,
the ruin of my answered prayer.

Barren Branch

Bone Map Orchestra (salvation)

Chambers of Awakening

The Troll Under Hendrix Bridge

A steady pressure
on the chalk-line within.
until the clean, white fire.

Then, the last static clears,
and your ending
spills into me.

I borrowed your well.
A bitter water
I learn you, line by painful line.

Bitter Waters

I learned to avert my eyes in the glass.
A quiet I allowed in the other rooms.

Today the air inside my room
did not recognize my lungs.
The neighbors looked straight through the space I was in

......................
There is a man who walks this street
who wears a coat that was mine.
People know his name.
Oh do they ever know his name

The record skips my name.
The image is empty.

And he walks right past it.
He never has to look away.
.....



I look back anyway

I Looked Back

Mars Attacks an Orchestra

All I said was the sky was beautiful, (pause)
into a careful room.
All the faces turned, (pause) all the faces turned my way.
My words just floated there,
then they vanished.
My small truth a stone in their machine.
I knew not that a simple truth was an act of war,
a crack in an iron side,

And from the crack, a siren.
Her dress, a still, waiting, red bell.
She opened her mouth to sing—
a flawless, piercing note.
And it made me want to run into her arms.
And it began to rain.

The Red Bell Dress

I make experimental music with and without lyrics, each song tries to tell a story that is open to your own interpretation. I like to explore the surreal and both light and dark aspects of life..Thanks, Enjoy,

I Drew My Cell

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