grace.

The Queen is Dead

My feet are planted

but I’ve got sparrow’s wings

and you’ve puffed me up

like a newborn queen

Place your crown on my head

paint my face white and lips red

and no one will question if the queen is dead

cause’ I’m so alive

So if the guillotine comes to pass

and these few words are my last

know they’ll ring through the air

spread like seedlings everywhere

to raise a tree in our name

If only.

You vacate her

with flushed lips

and tenderness untouched

your strength of will leaves a question

resting on her curved neck

of a seat left empty

and sheets tucked tightly

the skin is soft

the bones are bare

she is giving

you must be aware

in the desert

she wraps herself in tattered cloth

trapping in what is ready to be released

to save for you what could keep her alive

the last drop

if only

The Siren calls you home

I’ve tasted the rush

the redness pulsates in

resting softly on my words

and you’re singing my dream

Take the bitter from my tongue

I was so overdone, the bullet won

then the wound was the door

and I can’t even feel it anymore

I never knew that years could build a floodgate

so tempted to overflow

that now when it’s crashing in

I want to drown in the undertow

Oh fill my lungs

sweet symphony of blue

see, if I only had one minute

it would be next to you

You're my Coyote

You’re everywhere

-my coyote

please scavenge through me

I’ll be your night lark

still searching

cast out of the air

and as you move through the waving grass

next to discarded pavement

I’ll follow you
The hunger takes over

my breath is escaping

the cocoon is breaking

the glow is spilling

all over you

We search the ground

for scraps and wires

to lift us up again

and under the electric line’s hum

we’re coming undone
yes, I've come undone