The beach

I watched the hometown beach
and it didn't belong to me 
the moment was right there
but the moment was a dream.

I dreamed about planes

but the dream was only dream

and the moment I woke up

I wished I'd really left the streets.

I've made a plan for my soul

and the plan completely leaked

and no matter what I did

it took me back to same old sea.

Painting by Christine Bell

Devaluation

Your hair is like the sea
wild and untamed

and your body smells of roses

gentle like silk, you're so flawless

Your smile is precious stone

one that's rare, it shines through walls

I wish you smiled much more

I wish there were more stones

You're too weird to contain

too cold to hold too close

too easy to reach out for

you're no shinier than most whores

Closer, 2004.