Look here
I've caught your Roman fingers
Here, in my stubby shell curves
These crooked hands of ours
Bent and tangled
Oh how you keep me pinned
Under your grazing thumbs
Listen now
To the sharpness of our breathing
Lulling our souls to sleep
My ears remembering all the lines in your smile
And you, all the freckles in my eyes
As the radio babbles on
Feel this
My heart beneath my ribs
Beating clumsily in my ears
Pale hands upon the curve of your neck
Soft lips, so close
Almost 30 degrees in California
There might as well be snow, right?
Taste it all
Soft bile on your tongue
Injured sarcasm from my lips
Heavy handed understandings so hard to grasp
But you needn't worry, my dearling
Though your senses scream again
No you needn't worry, darling
You were only passing through
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 3:26 PM UTC
I'll meet you again
Where the shadows grow long
And the sand sings soft whispers
And the amber trees twist
On an eternal Earth
You will find me again
Standing in the river
My rough bared feet drowning
In the tiny slivers
Of all those little dreams
We were just too poor to nurture
And far too young to waste
I'll meet you again
In the sweetest late afternoon light
With your heart so full of wonder
And your callused hands so beautifully empty
Your body so tired of wandering
And as the red sky says its last goodbyes, my dear
To all his precious children
So cold and so small
We will hold each other close so close
As the last of ourselves
Withers and bursts into bloom
Into life
Dear Life
So tragically short
Sep 26, 2010
Sep 26, 2010 at 8:29 PM UTC
And she said to me "I'm taking
That there rusted train
Right on up to Oregon
To see that girl again
The one I love
Shattered and sore
Blue eyes grown wet with pain
The one I left
Clinging and cold
In spitting summer rain."
May 15, 2010
May 15, 2010 at 8:57 PM UTC
She blew smoke out of the corner of her mouth
And I loved her more every time she did it
Feet beat rhythm, rhythm
On the pavement cracked and stained
Lines never looked so smooth
As they did to either side of her
In dead spaces, all, lit bleak
"It gets the taste out better, water
Better than gin, I don't know why."
My heart screams curses
Running on ***** Camels, running
Shaking pulsing, kicking, dry
"Takes two Spirits to get like this
Two ******* Spirits, waste," I spit
Spit hits the ground in fat rain drops,
"Why smoke if you can't stand the taste?" she breathes, so slow
Why smoke at all? For the health of it?
I smoke for you, my love
All jacked up on cigarettes for you
Don't question it, don't inquire.
She blew smoke out of the corner of her mouth
Cancerous, our hearts beat low.
May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 8:32 PM UTC