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 Aug 2012 Amy Irby
dj
We've got nothing to do &
Nowhere to go

It's a quiet late afternoon
An orange ambient sky
+ you & I

Under the oak tree in
My family's ranch

Coming from toxic homes and
Chemical airs and dying American dreams

Coming from crying-baby apartments
And alcohol-bottle floors

Both laying down here thinking we
Hadn't had a fair chance

Until we found each other.

And as the sun sinks into the land
Our shade spreads out everywhere

And as the cars create a muffled roar
Just past the tree-line,
I think,

"Maybe one day we'll be
Anywhere but here"
a story
 Aug 2012 Amy Irby
Isabel Maree
How
 Aug 2012 Amy Irby
Isabel Maree
How
Falling, climbing, flying towards you.
drifting farther from you..
hanging on to your breathing,
my dreaming.

How did we get here?

Love lost, love found,
Love is all around...
'round and 'round and 'round we go.
Love is all we know.

But not all we show.
How much longer can we go?

Fighting and lying and crying

Still...

Vying for you
Trying for you
Dying for you.

Promises of tomorrow
Mask the nightmares of today
I can no longer play
these games

There is no change.


Still..

I'd rather stay
Amongst the disarray
Just to hear you say

I love you.
 Aug 2012 Amy Irby
vircapio gale
.


                                                                                                  breath of sunlight
                                                       meeting dawn's ownmost
                                      steaming,
                  boulder soil
ascending






.
 Aug 2012 Amy Irby
dj
Fame
 Aug 2012 Amy Irby
dj
I could listen to this shiny song
as many times as I wanted
here, at 4am, 
imagining you were here listening in some
onlooking crowd of fanatical people
thinking out loud what I'm singing
hearing what I mean through the lyrics and
believing.
make you make me believe it.

But it wouldn't matter.
you don't know me 
and
I'll just go
to bed now.
It's imaginary anyway. (RIP MM)
 Aug 2012 Amy Irby
Barton D Smock
oh and honey, look, it’s the same scarecrow the lightning could not wholly take.  it is telling me, oh gosh, about the suicide of our neighbors last year.  says they kept it a secret from each other.  the man got to himself quietly in the bathroom and the woman took a shotgun into the basement.  time of death had the man going first.  you think it was them on the left or them on the right?  them on the right had a kid, a little boy, I think.  what age would our son be?  their boy was about his age because I remember taking our balloons down and the man asking me should he take his down.  they didn’t give the boy a middle name, he said.  out of the hour or so we talked, I couldn’t file that one.  was the main thing scared me off.
 Aug 2012 Amy Irby
Abby
Tides
 Aug 2012 Amy Irby
Abby
Scuffing shoes slowly make their way towards a hazy destination.
A few jokes break the relaxing silence of lovely company.
Searching the clustered banks of the shoreline.
Illegal trespassing.
Breaking glass.
Hairless tennis *****.
Years of smoothed and broken decay.
No wind.
Rising tide.
All ours.
Happy smiles.
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