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In the parking lot they wear glass masks
And pay authority no respect.
They devour each other and pay dearly for convenience,
They build fires from accumulated Parking Tickets

In the parking lot, the wilderness closes in
And spills over like unconscious thoughts
Into uncontrolled hallucinations,
Glinting fangs and severed heads shift in shadow
6 February 2014
 Mar 2014 Rational Daisies
marina
and i wish i knew
how to love you
back
We joke that he is God
Because that is so much
Easier than admitting
The truth, which is that
He is simply a person,
He is not an omnipotent
Immortal, or an angel
Sent from heaven, but
A human being who
Is beautiful and amazing
And sees the world in
The best way possible.

We refuse to see it so
And keep calling him
God
Because that would mean
Admitting to ourselves
We can overcome
Our own problems.
For W.B.
When I think about how I got my first taste for words
and how human it is to know the language will fail
but dress it up and try in vain anyway,

I think it’s because all the ******* time I have spent thinking of safe and clever ways to tell people I loved them so they wouldn’t mistake my love for something less than my equal definition.

That’s because growing up in a garden of shame,
rejection was the only fruit to blossom in the
then only place that was a home.

Back when I used to think in terms of to what is what owed and how
I had accepted that nobody could ever know
what ten thousand tickets in an arcade,
while eyeing the prized Mr. coffee machine,
could mean.

It means black coffee in the black of night,
thinking I owe everything to everything,
and believing you could know what that means.
We were lying down, we were looking up
From the cemetery grounds at the sky up above
You were just a friend but I wanted more
I looked into your eyes and your head leaned forward

Lips pressed together, I felt your touch
Down in my stomach butterflies flew up
Leaned back in and stole one more
This feeling that I had I never felt before

In some weird way when we very first met
I knew we’d be together we were perfect set

We were sitting around by the fire
Drinking at the lake while the moon rose higher
Had a little fight, tell me what’s wrong
We can work this out and we’ll move right on

Took a stroll on down the beach
Walked for a while felt the sand in our feet
Said hey Meg you know I’ve been thinking
You should be my girlfriend is what I’m wishing

In some weird way when we very first met
I knew we’d be together we were perfect set

Couple months later and we’re still going strong
I’m happy that I met you and I hope it lasts long
We’ve hit a few bumps since we’ve been on the road
But no couples perfect and I want you to know

That I care about you so **** much
I know I get mad and don’t say it enough
But I care about you so **** much
Wouldn’t let a thing happen to you sweet stuff

In some weird way when we very first met
I knew we’d be together we were perfect set
Written as a song, can be heard at... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9FiLox06kgE
Under my skin,
Your words are digging in.
Ripping, tearing,
Pulling my flesh away.
Peeling back the skin
And settling in.
To a host of which
They are unwelcome.

Under my skin,
Your words are digging in.
Lying, defying,
Numbing the realities.
Peeling back the skin
And settling in.
Whispering nothings to which
There are no meanings.

Under my skin,
Your words are digging in.
Confusing, undoing,
Ignoring all truths.
Peeling back the skin
And settling in.
Crafting lies which
Are filled with sin.

Under my skin,
Your words are digging in.
Mending, fixing,
Stitching the wounds.
Peeling back the skin
And settling in.
Making a home in which
They shouldn't be existing.

Under my skin,
Your words are digging in.
Peeling back the skin
And settling in.
Just ten minutes after I'd revved the engine
I was only nine miles away from the love of my life
Day dreaming of when we’d met just eight short months ago
Soaring at seventy down that country road
Only six more miles until she’d be in my arms again
Five years ago thoughts of love would have seemed so far out of sight
Yet four times I've already proposed, “too soon,” she’d always say
Amazing how in three seconds your entire life can change
With just two tires there’s little room for error
When one blew out I hit the asphalt, hard
In a wreck like that there’s zero chance I’d survive
One hour later the ambulance arrived at last
EMTs pressed two paddles against my chest
Shocks were delivered three times
At the hospital doctors performed four operations
Five months I spent in a coma
Followed by six months of physical therapy relearning to walk
In time all seventeen broken bones had set and healed
It cost me eight grand to buy a new bike
Now nine years later I’m still riding, fearless, wife on the back
The tenth time I asked, she finally said yes
"A"
Words let me breathe, sentences liberate me,
language is my freedom you won't take that away from me.
Rivers could dry up, sound all become mute,
as long as there is writing my thoughts won't be obscured.
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