A stray spark one night, from "Traces to Nowhere," episode 1

I'd gotten used to
fire, teenage stray a
deceitful spark,
sweetheart rush
conducting the afternoon, mouthing:
this hour will soon seem like a day.

Offend your dry idea;
it's all the same to me.
There was a time when we'd
take all pleasure into the ground.
Now it's a trick,
lying delicate to take a chance.
I'm not proud; those feelings as losses,
tragedies that run into the world.

The Lesson Haunting, from "Traces to Nowhere," episode 1

You said the word
I can't stop hearing,
old song unbuttoning suspicion.

How you take it,
black, moonless,
the lesson haunting
your body language.

My head above midnight,
seeing melody, seeing hours
so far above.
I'd love a drink,
not at all
who smiles.

Punk magic, from "Traces to nowhere," episode 1

Slit open and held under one doubt I had at
four this morning I know now
what makes it work,
waxing self-defense to
constitute dead medicine.
Punk magic, you bury water
holding clean.
Something's not right,
the wind through folded water,
studying distance. 

Half of what I see, from "Traces to nowhere," episode 1

Burning Thursday,
consistent,
we suffered the beach,
too early to tell
half of
what I see.
I'm probably witnessing
a hole, severe as my mind.

When, if ever,
will you be able to talk to us?

The answer's in there somewhere.

I feel so happy, from "Traces to Nowhere," episode 1

You know what happened:
I betrayed my mother's arms,
absent-mindedly killed a
thread of love,
falling all this time to find
what's true:
shallow wounds,
a loss of blood,
self-inflicted time of death
estimated to be between
bite marks and bound wrists.
Why do I feel so happy?
Everything taken care of,
composing patterns of a
close-up picture,
the impact of fear.

The most beautiful dream, from "Traces to nowhere," episode 1

Confide in
rhythmic sound,
a soggy aria
that stretches, untroubled,
as you waken.

(Can this be between you and me?)

Eyes open, elaborate about
what was so good last night,
drifts of a hi-fi nightmare, the most
beautiful volume.

All this time, a pact to
turn down the dream.
Why didn't you wake me?
You thought I should rest,
wait until tomorrow but
I'm capable of seeing the
proof of tears.

Last day - from "Traces to Nowhere," episode 1

1.

It was 12:30,
diary open,
the page marked "DAY ONE."
High, she didn't
like that part of herself.

2.

Something scared her.
She wouldn't talk to me,
said she couldn't see me any more.
Around her neck, the last touches
of a troubling thought.

3.

She snuck out of her house
the night she died.
I didn't know she wanted
to be clean.