you are
the willow by the lake
you sing
when it's windy
and cry
when it's rainy.
always leaning
to watch the water
dance at your feet
when birds
and other passers-by
make perch of you
you never ask for something
in return.
instead
you rest with them
and listen to what they have to say
and feel for them
if they're sad.
sometimes
when the water is still
you catch a glimpse of yourself
and remember how pretty you are
when you don't
the bugs and the creatures remind you.
everyone says you're weeping
when you're only standing
as well as you can
for a tree who can feel.
Cloud:burst
Monday, December 26, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Speaking in parenthesis
It's like being held
By parenthesis
Only by the sides
Nothing beneath you
The feeling of weightlessness
Turning your stomach
Suspended in a vacuum
Of disbelief
Grabbing for something to hold you steady
As your head spins
Your heart races
And that familiar feeling
Creeps up your neck
And warms your scalp
And reminds you it'll all be ok.
It's like being hushed
By parenthesis
Making your words
mean something else
Cause they can't mean what they say
They cant end with a period.
Or an exclamation point!
like you want them too
Cause others are listening and
Reading along
Others might put it all together
And ruin the ending for you.
It's like speaking
In parenthesis
Knowing the subtleties
And nuances of our voices
But not speaking the same language
It's hard whispering my words to you
And all you can do is pretend not to hear
Beginning and ending my words
With a shrug
Taking their meaning away
And replacing it with
Secrecy.
It's like loving
In parenthesis
Only held by the sides
Nothing beneath you.
Let's fall.
By parenthesis
Only by the sides
Nothing beneath you
The feeling of weightlessness
Turning your stomach
Suspended in a vacuum
Of disbelief
Grabbing for something to hold you steady
As your head spins
Your heart races
And that familiar feeling
Creeps up your neck
And warms your scalp
And reminds you it'll all be ok.
It's like being hushed
By parenthesis
Making your words
mean something else
Cause they can't mean what they say
They cant end with a period.
Or an exclamation point!
like you want them too
Cause others are listening and
Reading along
Others might put it all together
And ruin the ending for you.
It's like speaking
In parenthesis
Knowing the subtleties
And nuances of our voices
But not speaking the same language
It's hard whispering my words to you
And all you can do is pretend not to hear
Beginning and ending my words
With a shrug
Taking their meaning away
And replacing it with
Secrecy.
It's like loving
In parenthesis
Only held by the sides
Nothing beneath you.
Let's fall.
the precipice
we ate pb&j's
sitting on the edge
of the grand canyon
in my dream last night
we squinted at each other
in the sun
i wiped a crumb from your mouth
and got a smile
our feet dangled there
they didn't touch the bottom
good thing i write
fictions at night
cause the reality of day
is far less simple
and far less interesting
i held your hand
that night it rained so hard
it felt like a mother's hug
or being woken up by the sun
or the smell of fresh laundry
it felt right.
the only reason i'd want the rain to stop
is to count the stars
sitting on the edge
of the grand canyon
in my dream last night
we squinted at each other
in the sun
i wiped a crumb from your mouth
and got a smile
our feet dangled there
they didn't touch the bottom
good thing i write
fictions at night
cause the reality of day
is far less simple
and far less interesting
i held your hand
that night it rained so hard
it felt like a mother's hug
or being woken up by the sun
or the smell of fresh laundry
it felt right.
the only reason i'd want the rain to stop
is to count the stars
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
neutral grounds
Summer breath
in the mouth of fall
sticks to my skin
makes it slick
runs in streams
down my hairy arms
i swat it away
i blow on myself
hoping to
evaporate
the air refuses to move
just stares at me
as i push out my cigarette
and finish my bread
i lean forward in my chair
and take a good long look
into the atmosphere
expecting it to say something
or apologize
it just lazily hangs there
like a vagabond against a light post
asking "qoui"?
how i loath this false season
the interstice of days between
hot and cold
and light and dark
give me the dark days
they're easier to
hide in.
in the mouth of fall
sticks to my skin
makes it slick
runs in streams
down my hairy arms
i swat it away
i blow on myself
hoping to
evaporate
the air refuses to move
just stares at me
as i push out my cigarette
and finish my bread
i lean forward in my chair
and take a good long look
into the atmosphere
expecting it to say something
or apologize
it just lazily hangs there
like a vagabond against a light post
asking "qoui"?
how i loath this false season
the interstice of days between
hot and cold
and light and dark
give me the dark days
they're easier to
hide in.
What little i know
Drunk and high
ruddy eyes
you're right.
don't you deserve better.
it's only poetry
cause i can feel it.
we don't have to talk
A G A I N
i done wrong and know it
I'll never not care
same goes for you,
if we didn't
my canvases would be blank.
everything seems so much more painful
under the tooth of drink
what might have been a passing thought
becomes a major stink
checked the clock
it's about time i disappear
A G A I N
ruddy eyes
you're right.
don't you deserve better.
it's only poetry
cause i can feel it.
we don't have to talk
A G A I N
i done wrong and know it
I'll never not care
same goes for you,
if we didn't
my canvases would be blank.
everything seems so much more painful
under the tooth of drink
what might have been a passing thought
becomes a major stink
checked the clock
it's about time i disappear
A G A I N
no need for my left arm anymore
It's all your
inequalities, and
asymmetries that make you
interesting, and human
It's the way
your love brings
it all together
that makes you beautiful
We have to contradict
ourselves to grow
and contradict each other
to continue
being brothers
inequalities, and
asymmetries that make you
interesting, and human
It's the way
your love brings
it all together
that makes you beautiful
We have to contradict
ourselves to grow
and contradict each other
to continue
being brothers
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