At birthday parties, we didn’t like to imagine
What the paper donkey felt like
Being knocked around
By our wooden bats
Swinging blindly, alone
Until it bled beautiful colors
Until it gushed sweet things
And the sweet things told our mouths
“Thank you for releasing us.”
If my heart was a piñata, I would give you a blindfold
And hand you a baseball bat
Spin you around three times
And close my eyes
And we’d swing blindly, together
Sep 22, 2011
Sep 22, 2011 at 12:06 PM UTC
two birds seen floating silent with a breeze
one level with the other, straight ahead
one bird is flapping wings, while one at ease
and sitting on the wind, its merry bed
at ending wind the gliding bird must fly
and while the working bird will not lose height
its feather’s light at scooping up the sky
the second bird will lack the skill of flight
until the breeze comes back that bird will fall
and squawking wildly try to grasp the air
not practiced in the art of wings at all
but used to catching luck and resting there
but till that first strong breeze doth truly die
both birds will stay, the same, up in the sky
Sep 22, 2011
Sep 22, 2011 at 12:06 PM UTC
Perhaps you were quite noble and perhaps you did implore
That men like you should take after the Sipo Matador
So step on the weak oaks, get higher while you can
But while the lizard’s tail grows back, it is “not so in a man”
You climbed into the sunlight full of confidence and pride
At thirty seven thought you’d met the one to call your bride
And proudly then you loved, but alas, did she love you?
Broken but not beaten, you said goodbye to dearest Lou
And now you say that loves high value far precedes its worth
You talk of women as mere pawns of pleasure or of birth
Your taste in fools is lacking and your outlook is quite dim
And while you claim to know all men - you project what is within…
Sep 22, 2011
Sep 22, 2011 at 12:05 PM UTC
Oh, how I would love to trap you inside of me
Perhaps beneath that cage that is my ribs
Behind those bars that are my bones
And I’d hope they were strong enough to keep you from leaving.
Sep 22, 2011
Sep 22, 2011 at 12:04 PM UTC
Escape! I cried to you – but did you hear?
My faithful voice was muffled by my doubt.
And as I kiss you softly on your ear,
the voice inside my head begins to shout;
It cries to me that I have never known
such kindness, love and friendship as you are.
It pleads, I do not want to be alone!
Like some vain galaxy – all void of star.
My hesitation sits, you look at me
into my eyes, my face an empty page.
And softly say you never asked to be
an actor on this brutal, unfair stage.
And though I wish you wouldn’t take the part,
you will not give it back - you have my heart.
Sep 22, 2011
Sep 22, 2011 at 12:03 PM UTC
We didn’t used to be this way, (I don’t think)
All I want is for you to hold me
We talked about staying in bed
For the rest of the year
Hibernating, like a couple
Of bears in the snow
I would have, if I’d known about winter
Sep 22, 2011
Sep 22, 2011 at 12:00 PM UTC
Valentines day
Orange denim
Moist towelettes
Imitation crab meat
Telling me I’m the only thing that matters to you
Sep 22, 2011
Sep 22, 2011 at 12:00 PM UTC
I kept the pages of your heart
Bookmarked
Knowing that one day I’d lose my place
In them
And that you might
Open that book again, and show me where I fit
Sep 22, 2011
Sep 22, 2011 at 11:58 AM UTC
The sky above the sea misses the water
once the sun rises, and the skyline sits between them, and I miss you like that.
And, I miss you like the half-blazing cigarette misses those
warm lips
and the breath behind them, that would come in sharp, teasing drags
because the tobacco is nothing without that breath, and that ember goes out
and I think that without you
I might go out, too.
Sep 22, 2011
Sep 22, 2011 at 11:56 AM UTC
I am the imbalance
The flaw
I am the ladder in the stocking
I am the beam in the floor that creaks
The wilted leaf of spinach hiding in the crisp salad bowl
I am the ballerina’s crooked back
The tiger’s unfinished stripe
The last, crustless piece of pie
That no one really wants
Someone polite will eat it
And he will feel unsatisfied
Wanting more
But I cannot give you the crust
And you will feel unsatisfied
And I will feel helpless
I am the spiderweb someone has walked through
I am the space under the door that lets the wind in
The bike whose chain has fallen off
I am the space between us.
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 2:55 PM UTC