Blue Jay

He fluttered chasing hawks and owls
to roost in an open field
only did he leave with wounded wings

Pines trembled against
his song that even in
beakless wailing did his tears
clear the night away—

but a lone blue jay that goes to nestle
and flatten its crest
is only but a dream,

Receding, withdrawing,
there is only the sky who awaits his return
and a pith of blue to fall into;
He howled thus
and sang with such deadly affection

The Midnight Man Pt. 4

We pulled over a climb
Breadths of burdock were in spring
Silver and dirty white
sank beneath the blue
I wrap you around my fingers
and you coldly settled on my brow
I stutter in an unlit night
and fall the bright words did,
but I battle you for another day;
I’ve set twenty two years aflame
dreaming of demons at my door

The Midnight Man Pt. 3

The daytime is setting
in this broken subway
High and dry downtown
But I’m not done with the night
I saw you walk uphill
my mind race you to the bottom
Oh I reckon scripted marauding gaits
and learned curtain calls;
dragged feet on a freeway
neon lights are blinking
the city winds navigate
roadblocks and traffic signs
of speeding days, and nights
slithered like venom on my throat
Only a vice such as yours
can clear away this smog made of ice