Vanessa Davidson

I can’t understand black-edged pain
creeping into my bones
slowly over my skull

Imperceptible movement
wants to pitch me over the edge
into wild windmill motion

Streaks of blue sky shoot past
Colder than blue
verging on green

The breath pulled from me
White wild
remote mountains

White nothingness
I know how it moves
I know what it does
I know about ice

Vanessa Davidson

Out of the blue

It’s the wild wild west
But can you ride
the crazy steeds
these guys can provide

Beyond the borders of ordinary song
there is a lyric completely forlorn
It wails and it talks
and it cries and it weeps

It wants to tell you of things incomplete
of stories not finished
and goods still unsold
of dusty antiques that are just too old