Deconstruction Site

How many times do we take
the leap before we realize
we’ve jumped in too deep

How many times do we stop
to realize we need to
protect our insides

How many times does this heart
have to break; this love,
you too shall take

He was the one healing
the deepest scar,
the wound he created,
only to tear it apart
as he twists the knife
churning everything
inside of me

Train to Nowhere [with audio]

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The clock ticks in desperation to move us along,
to where we belong. Our eyes remain forward,

no longer looking back. The man in seat 2B sobs
with tears streaming down his face. He’s left his life

in his old place. I soak in the faces of passengers around
me, stern looks all around. All longing for company,

for answers that can’t be found. Looking over my shoulder,
the train across the way has the answers. The lady in

the window seat blows me a kiss; she has what we all
have missed. Looking behind me, the cold faces tell me

I should leave. The conductor denies my plea: this is the
wrong ticket, I belong on the other train, you see. As the

train departs the station, I rise to bang on every window and
door to set me free. The whistle continues to blow.

No one helps. Nothing budges. I’m stuck on a train to nowhere.
The train arrives at our destination. Heaps of garbage

as far as the eye can see while flocks of seagulls swarm overhead.
This, this is where the train of life has led me.

Based on the opening scene of Stardust Memories.

Cold Rushing In

I open the doors
On a winter’s night
The cold rushes in
Exposing the fragility of my plight.

I’ll never learn.
Always the one to run
Too far, too fast
Into someone else.
Immersing myself as I did in the past.

I should take heed,
Call it quits,
Just breathe
And walk away.


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This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One

Wait and See

Standing
Out by the water
I see you’re alone
Do I care to bother you
Or should I leave you with your thoughts,
Let you decide
If this is what you want

Will you come to me
Or do I beg you to stay in this space
I can see it written all over your face
You’re in too deep,
Taking steps back
With a ‘wait and see’

Let me know how that works out
There’s no need to scream and shout
I’ll be right here waiting
At the end of the pier

And when the water turns cold,
When the wind starts to blow
And it’s time to go home,
Am I going down this road alone…


Listen to my poems on SoundCloud
This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One