
i wonder at the fog that
obscures all thinking
dancing ghosts away
from dream
all the lies, all the lies of me
i feel a new sobriety
washing over
another wall showing cracks?
what awaits the otherside?

i wonder at the fog that
obscures all thinking
dancing ghosts away
from dream
all the lies, all the lies of me
i feel a new sobriety
washing over
another wall showing cracks?
what awaits the otherside?

and no, i think i won't
i'll pass, if you please
disengage from your rage
recuse my everything
because, as they say:
i am so tired
(insert back of hand
to forehead here)
waiting for the
first frost already and
summer's solstice just come...

it is not so easy
to cull away but
as leaves give
way to crimson
my autumn seems
to have come
unicorn chasing is
stuff best done in the
springtime of youth
worn stone stairs lead
to mountaintops
cast in mists
cast in fogs
i always imagined
something more
than this

given fresh rain fallen
a sanctuary in grey
wash away the stain
desire burns fleeting
quench all heat away
embrace river flowing
puddle rings watercolor
mirrors of granite sky
i become of long man
i become of long

kissing over café bars
you wipe lipstick from
my lips with your thumb
leaning over
hungry for more
you chide and say
just a taste because
patience is important
even in the dream