I led you through the mud
Sometimes we leave friends behind
I could tell you were thinking of him
I could tell you were hurting inside
And I couldn’t take your mind off him
But I tried
Snow globe, your glass isn’t easy to break
But you should know, it’s summer out here
I could stare into your blue eyes all night
I could stay with you until die
Put on a song as we search the floors
Go on take your anti-depressants- they’ll make you feel better
Leave me out on the balcony
Wash my feet in your tub
But I think I must go
Down 95, alone with my navigator
We talk- Babel, a long time, but don’t overshoot it
Yeah we could’ve slept together
But sometimes you should sleep alone
Yes, you took me home... but I’ll just tuck you in,
organize the magazines on the coffee table then
turn out the lights
oh
Goodnight, goodnight
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
Hiding in your bed
Try your tired old mantra
Your affirmation
But it's just talk, talk, talk
and if you stay or go
it's just luck, luck, luck
and I don't know if I give a ****
cuz it's a **** show
and I'm the star, self-medicating
And I'll play the fool because everything's fine
I know it's not real, it's just in my head
Burn it all out
'neath your veil
drink your party all down
blood drains to pale, pale, pale
from my self-medicating
Bells sound alarm
Crossing our hearts
against the dark
Chemicals are all awry
So don't despair
there's nothing there
Intuition
Or just anxious fears?
Guess it all depends on
what you want to hear
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
I’ma little worse off when you’ve gone
Lungs heavy and dry like old concrete
Orange embers lay like dying stars on the pavement
Winking against the purple-blue night.
I paired you with scotch
Or was it white wine?
I can’t remember for the mute thunder
Blooming in my crown.
I don’t remember much these days
What the boys are saying,
How I am feeling…
How ought I feel?
Good enough-
But not to reach for another
No- I’ll ease back
And relish the memory of you a little while longer.
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 4:11 PM UTC
I wrote you a letter
But did not tear out the page
I will never send it
Because the last one gave you pain
I have not forgotten your number
But I will not call or text
In time I shall forget it
Or so one would expect
Ten digits-
It features three threes and two twos
A sequence branded on the invisible mind
Whether it scars or erodes depends on the path forward
Happy birthday old friend,
You look happy again
Like we once made each other
So, no need for well wishes,
For from my mouth,
I know, I’ve learned-
Can only come selfish reminders
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 3:35 PM UTC
I know what Jesus found
out in the desert-
or perhaps, what He lost
My eyes will never look at you again
at best, they pass over
like unhurried clouds on a windless day
Blooming and expanding
from nothing
churning and sliding west
Memory is just a few shocks
that take me back,
bullet holes that let
light penetrate a sealed room
Drifter you call me; but
I saw my captain's (my brother's) soul
splash and sink into the
thirsty dust
Boys marched in
and ghosts fly home,
unhurried, as clouds
in a windless sky
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
Your buddy solemnly professing it to you on your roof, the city skyline lit up behind him, you saying, “I know, man, I love you too,” in an almost consolatory fashion because it wasn’t easy for him
Your ex whispering it in your ear before getting into the cab that takes them away from you forever
Mother, her mantra, a reminder, every time you see her
Father, that one time you didn’t **** up, but at least it’s sometimes there behind his eyes
Your sister, even though she’s halfway across the country it picks you up because she’s the only one who understands you and how it feels
Grandfather, you’re ten, despite your size he wants nothing but to hold you on his lap and plant kisses on your head. “Te quiero, te amo,” he mutters into your hair until you finally make up an excuse to get up to go play with your cousins. It’s the second you’ve ever seen him. Maybe he knew it was going to be the last time
When your ex didn’t take you back, after your desperate, last, all out attempt. Crushed, you move and follow your “dream.” Later, much later, you realize they cut them self off from you so you could have it, the dream, they love(d) you so much they let you go because they thought they were holding you back.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
A vague spiritualist inspiration
A surreal surrealist practicing divination
Shivers abound for the wondering and the cold
Tumbling into the fathomless unknown
…
Everywhere an altar
Every being a sage
Every step, a falter,
But also, a turn of the page
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC
In the night we plan our great escape
Come the dawn those dreams, they fade away
Oh the summer's end is always so near
What's the difference? It's just another year
Misery is so often self imposed
And I'm tired of being out in
the rain, the snow, the wind-
it howls, it moans
Raise the blinds so the light can stream through
The ghosts hunt for anchors to cling to
Despite all efforts it all stays the same
Another cycle, a dance so ingrained
Sunlight
It's all coming down
"Transcend. What are you waiting for?
God sends? Signs?" Oh, yes, just a little more
Ultimatums only foretell an end
But I can forget so we can try to mend
It's not enough for a temporary refrain
Sunlight, I could use a permanent change
Feel the heart growing despite the pain
Young soul shrug off that heavy blame
It changed, it changed...
It changed
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 3:23 PM UTC
Pick up your crown and sit by your queen,
she'll whisper to you of the mysteries of truth
and love
and things unseen
You tilled and toiled under many summer suns,
the times changed
but the air always carried the rumbling of diesel engines,
the pervasive lamentations of cows,
the smell of rain before a storm...
But now is the time for rest in the heavens above.
Rest, yes, rest easy.
Ninety-four years is a long time, but your legacy has just begun.
Children, grandchildren and their little ones,
too
We'll trace back and see where we came from
through you.
thank you for all you've done.
In life, few are- and fewer realize
that they are lucky
that they are blessed
and for us,
on a man's shoulders
much of this fortune rests
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 10:03 AM UTC
East to west
I’m pushing on
Laid to rest
Let them wait til dawn
When tomorrow calls will you rise?
I’ve felt the Earth spinning twenty-seven times and
Our time’s not much longer
Fate’s call is stronger
Than anything I’ve known
Oh, go on!
East to west
Before it's too late
And so we push on
The red sun washes us again
and again
and again
and our
Red blood’s on the ground
soaking the roots without end.
Some will dream, some will realize
Some will become what they despised and-
Our time’s not much longer
The Sirens' call is stronger
Than anything I’ve known
Am I too late?
Can you please wait?
(I need a sign...
I need more time...)
East to west
Yeah we're pushing on
Laid to rest
Let them wait til dawn
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 8:39 AM UTC