Red Lips Sink Ships

Red Lips Sink Ships

have you searched for a hidden meaning?
a method behind the sadness?
leaves still fall,
stars still shine,
water still finds the lowest low.
where’s your money? I can see your mouth is closed.

something on the surface is not like the other –
but does it really matter at all?
you’ve come with your preconceived notions,
nothing persuades a made mind.
teaching a new dog new licks; a few clicks.
the dents in my wall are not from my heels, but another’s.
freshly painted.
new sheets.

have you searched for a hidden meaning?
water still finds the lowest low.
it’s hotter at the bottom.


Wet touch.

Liquid lines around the shore;

Wet touch.

A stranger until we’re in danger.

Light dances across the water –

following a plane.

Seven lights blink, not in sync, broken across the bay.

The smell of tobacco stains the air.

Breathing-in and out-heart unmatched; rhythm.

Toe tapping.

Gravel scraping.

A headlight shines through the musk of night.

Laughter cranes the atmosphere, just hanging, hoping.

Hands throw gestures in the sky.

What am I missing?

A passenger seat glance.

An eight-ball’s chance.

Wet touch.