Death Of A Brother

In a moment the deep known unknown collide, captured by a dome of muffled silence within a swirling sea of chaos and metal and a bloodied scull on asphalt.

Eternity painfully binds itself into a slow timelessness, outside the laws of nature into a cacophony of tears and blackouts and crying the impossible into existence.

Pushing away the heavy cloak of forever darkness, hovering over the battlefield of hopeless prayers and disoriented running and futile clinging onto life for goodbyes.

Nightfall brings tides of sleep and waking horror, a presence in the corner patiently repeating he’s gone and falling of a cliff and drifting into forgetting to remember.

Grief relentlessly stalking its bewildered pray, spilling into the light of every sunrise and threading itself through endless days and crashing into the brown box in a hole.

Eternity unwinds itself into the rhythm of time, unfolding into the guilt of life that remains and memories captured in scars and the loss of the what could’ve been.

End Of The World (Boarding School)

The world ended at dusk on a Sunday.
A mournful dusty red sun slowly dying
behind a cold silver barbed wire fence.
The child fractured into two at twilight.
A free barefooted spirit plays on a farm
as his clenched jawed mirror splinters.

The fabric that is love ruined in summer.
A slender, muted coloured, knotted cane
engraving painful abandonment in pairs.
The arrival of autumn leads the homeless.
A cavernous emptiness growing gradually
at the fortified gate of disappointment.

The doomsday crib of survival completed.
A protective shell to hide what is valuable
from the gnarling looters at witching hour.
The flowers of bereaved bloom in black.
A crude altar hastily erected in memory
of the premature death of the childhood.


The bluest forever eyes built me a home
from little make believe pieces of eternity.
In the soft glow of a brittle brick fireplace
undressed my scar riddled vulnerability.
It took a quilt sewn together with laughter
to warm my soul in exchange for a heart.

The fullest round bending forever lips
left soft chocolate promises on my skin.
In a comforting white goose feather fort
wiped dry, brown tear-filled pools of grief.
With graceful patients unbound the words scribed on the walls of a secret temple.

The brave soldier and guardian of a home
looked at a dark foreboding storm coming.
Watched as the thundering black clouds
stole sacred words and a quilt of laughter.
Pure crystal tears from blue forever eyes
for an empty soul without a heart to love.