THE WRONG ICE IS MELTING
THE WRONG AMAZON IS BURNING

THEY PLAYED THE WRONG BABY BOY THE WHOLE TIME
BRAVO 11 LEADS THE WAY

I think it's funny how we've always been here but you just can't reconcile me.
How can you have such bitterness for me and not yourself,
If you have angel's eyes to see?

And I guess you'll say i just don't understand.
Or that I couldn't possibly understand.
Or that I do understand and that's what you don't like about me.

Oh, just know...
You are my cash cow until we run out of money
Then I'll still be drinking milk and honey
When I delude myself in tasting my own blood.

Because you make me so uncomfortable
And that is the work that feels so functional
Until the winds die down
Or the world explodes
And you're a cyst that's lost in time
The collected stone of our resentment for one another
And the way it has to be.

Always give your very best,
From your heart's hot furnace
To the depths of that gaping maw.

Through the rivers of the Earth,
And with these lumps of clay rolling around
Collecting bits of metal
Shaping themselves
Drinking it all in
Before the cycle completes.

Your very best draws in resentment like a magnet
Accusations taking flight like vile birds
Like proverbial pigs next to age-old idioms,
Because it escapes understanding

Except by you,
As you try obviously to craft
Another excuse...!

Ugly girl,
Twist your eyes in the mirror to see beauty--
Do a contrivance dance
Like a stimming autistic kid
And be taken off guard by reality
And laugh, and laugh or cry.

But the hornbeams are immune to your endless pondering
I know you've already felt like you were about to die
Many times
Just by thinking about it
Yes, I know it's scary
Sadly there is nothing I can do

Not much more than we can do for Jesus.

But you are cousins with a narwhal.
And you know your blood is technicolor phlogiston.
And your disappointment breeds joy
And you can't snap the Earth in half with your mind.

The brightest star in the sky
Is the last dim ember of the universe
If you held it in the palm of your hand it'd feel cold

My point is, you don't know what awesome is.
You don't understand how mundane irritation
Translates to the most luscious secrets of the universe.

You could never measure up to them.
Check your scoff,
Enlist your end.

And yes, it also goes the other way around

I am always thinking,
A soul just died for that?
In every frame of life
And feel ashamed for the smallness
Or the selfishness
Of that moment.

But I should not be so ashamed,
Because my life is round.
I am one thing,
And the insignificant is necessary with the scope.
I die for the significant, the significant becomes insignificant,
and the reverse is also true.

In fact I am not ashamed at all of anything,
Though I have read sacred texts that tell me I cannot hide my shame
I do not have shame
Because I am everything that is real
Ego results cancel the ego (natural and necessary, though charged with ego, paid in full).

That's not a way.

Looking in your crystal eyes,
I see the weight imbued by darkness.

You are such a fragile thing.
You have nothing to complain about.

Between your skeleton and skin there's muscle
Between your ears there's a whole lotta nothing.

In your belly is a baby,
And in your hand there are red roses.

So kiss, kiss my skin
And therein find an end
We'll straddle every paradox
And keep it warm, warm, warm.

Kiss, kiss my skin
It's better than the infinite
And it's never gonna hurt you, babe
We'll find another way

So shoot your guns into the sky.

your hands were sometimes rough
and others soft,
divining our connection
and diving into the universe

you were always working out ways
to deal with the black hole that was me.

i know what you are.
you are made of impossible shapes
the intersection of many angels
the forces of the universe conspiring against themselves
to get a human state.

oh, you're always falling into human ways!

so, what is it then?
leave paradox alone... or no,
just don't!
keep picking at that lilac sweater
until we're just fuzzies on the floor
then get up, go out, drive your car to the store.

see, you love me.
see, we'll be okay.

and when you can only find songs about yesterday
i will make us new again,
though i can't promise
you will love me that way.