A Matter of Choice

Oh wide wondrous depression,

you define me,

you control me.

To be honest with ones self,

is like dancing on shards of glass.

Painful, maybe.

To be quite honest with another,

is like walking in the rain, it just flows until it stops.

Cathartic really.

Oh wide wondrous depression,

you define me,

you control me.

Do you really?

Downtown Girl

Where cats and demons claw at you’re feet

The loud silent hum of motors in the streets

Is far from the sound of warm sweet rhythmic breaths

The stars of Newfoundland have been replaced

A purple light polluted sky where the planets cannot see me

So the gods must ignore me

Oh how I miss you