Jacarandas

The pale blossoms that bloomed
with the coming of spring are already slipping away from the sky

falling from branches that cannot cling

to fragility;
bursting with beauty then plunging, dry,
to the ground.

The heat is blazing

Fallen onto the shimmering concrete of summer
And trampled underfoot

Torn display of overpowering decay

The blending purple innocence is crushed
on each mournful morning commune
it has become easier to tread over nature
no guilty hearts; lips are hushed.

The heat is blazing.

Beaded skin sticks to my seat
Prickling with sweat
Bound by the heat
To each surface I brush up against.

In that light summer frock
I watched the flowers tremble and tumble
It came as a shock to me
That, that is the destiny of all

In a flash my youth shall be gone
and what will I have to show?

The heat is blazing.I can feel it burn.

untitled

don't tell them.
do not let your tongue
take the trip
along your teeth

to loop or dip
stumble; slip the confession
because your heart is just too small
to hold it anymore

it's a stinging realisation
but they will not be your salvation

please retract your statement
so we can cross you off the list
no moment wasted; time spent
on your cries anymore

we will ask you one more time
"are you okay?"
and they told me you were clever
so please don't say
you aren't

I will no say yes
and I will not say no
but behold! and lo!
what I see is not a star

those swirling sparkled dots
each one a dreamed up wish
that never did come true
for me at least

because each night at my window
I searched out to the sky
grabbed at one glinting star
and wished that I would die

but here I am before you
still taking up each wretched breath
I should have been more specific
when I wished the universe for death

because all they did was suck
all the pleasure from my lips
so each step I take; have taken in awhile
is as hollow as your eyes when you look at me and smile

I'm in a white washed wooden boat
and water is pooling at my feet.
there are cracks like spider webs
running up my seat

I can't see the hole but I promise you I'm sinking

now I'm left to thinking
If I call out through the dark
and dear god all there is, is dark
will someone call on back with the sweetness of a lark?

or shall I pray now to St Anthony?
because I'm well and truly lost
but I can't bear the cost

of calling out again
just to have someone stand on shore
have them grasp my hand
take a flying leap to land

just to fall lower than before
not that I even thought it possible.

So I won't say yes
and I won't say no
but I will have you know
my soul was torn to ribbons long before I met you

I just tried to tie them up in bows
make me pretty fresh and new
but I guess that didn't work
so I won't try it again

I'll cut my crimson ribbons free
so they can dance in the breeze.
please don't stare at me so
a girl can't be on show
when her eyes have sprung a leak.

I must confess a great relief
I've kept secret all along
there are better ways than wishing stars
so you won't be burdened by me

for long.