Sunday, January 30, 2011

The Distance To Me






















You've got a bad case of being over there. The only cure is being over here.

Monday, January 24, 2011

The Meaning We Give To Words






















And I'm sorry if I haven't written to you in a while. It's just that life gets in the way of living. It's just that my fingers were stuck together. It's just that all the paper in the world caught fire.

You'll forgive me if I haven't written in a while. It's just that all the envelopes made love to dragonflies and now, we cannot bring them down. It's just that time stopped ticking. It's just that all the ink ran clear.

My apologies if I haven't written in a while. It's just that words ran out of letters (these are the last in the bag). It's just that language isn't perfect. It's just, me.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

The Shade















You are no longer here. So please leave.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Monday, January 17, 2011

The Sky Painter















There's someone who paints the sky, with their eyes, each day, every way. They're alone now, today, every day, some ways. They had a wife/husband and friends/children but now they're all gone (you lived too long, just one more song).

The red paint arrives in the morning or early evening (suppliers work strange hours).
They always have a surplus of blue, white and grey (massive store room).

So they sit, each day, and try to remember the colours that once made it move.


Thursday, January 13, 2011

The Skin I'm In















This is my skin. It keeps out the rain and words I'd rather not hear like "I'm tired" or "I'm fine" or "We need to talk."

This is my skin and it's thick. This is not your skin. Yet you are still under it.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

The Burning Of Fields















Look what you've made me do.

I burnt down the world, for you.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

The Flight Of Librarians













There's a library, it's true.

It's written by me, and it's all about you.

It's here for one more year.

It's full of love.

It's full of fear.