Forehead


Hallowed. Unhallowed.
Echoes unheard.
All the chasing. All the fleeing.
Hearts unmoved.

Under this roof. Within these hearts.
Lives entwined.
Careful words. Cherish the skin.
Beings enthralled.

I miss bad judgment 
I miss the sin
I want to put on
That old coat again

This straight and narrow 
Feels far too wrong
I miss the lightning
Come thunder’s song

Victor

It is whisper quiet 
This place
Alone is all there is
Truth a mere caricature of itself 
No making sense of the light to the West 
Fated are we
To be fallen stars and starlets
With delusion the Victor