Excess

More than that,

I was-

no, more

than that!

more, it has to be,

more

Standing Still

On the other side of the door

incidentally hearing

you speak for me

the thought that I would change

what I need from you

keeps me from opening the door

from the air getting dim

from light rushing in

from this side of the door

Passing Through

Beyond the headlights of this metal thing,

The road twists into an asphalt amalgamation,

Simmering over the radio is a somber melody,

the only thing keeping my eyes from wandering into the
abyss of the forest trudging by

Radio Over Satellites

I wish I could swallow you whole,

Only within me,

I can’t give in,

Chase after some horrid love,

As if it wanders after us