11/22/2011

I am breathless in the morning
dead eyed at the dawn
there’s a city ripe for wandering
and I won’t remain for long
these nights are spent out of my head
without the proper words to say
just hiding in someone’s skin
whilst my mind drifts further away

call me to those old roads home
with blurred vision and a song in my throat
the sun is up enough to fill my lungs
there’s a warmth I’m eating up
I don’t feel too put together but
I’ve sure as hell been more torn apart
are we a mess of flesh
or a breath of rest
I don’t want to get
caught up in this
web of intent affection and time spent
building up to a break
and so
I will not stay

the sun is up and my engines hum
is keeping my eyes wide
for now...

11/10/2011

you’ll have to excuse me
stepping out for a week
getting out of this city
and heading for heat
this weather is waning
bearing down on me
and these country roads home
are too dark to see
I need a sunrise
to match my wild eyes
concerned with the world elsewhere
while my body is stiffening
frozen and grounded here
before long these roads will be covered
and I’ll be trapped in this haven called home
it’s the only place that I know
I'm seeking somewhere else to go.