I thought of you today
when I cut    
               myself shaving.          And you
Whose fault it was?


I remembered my first lesson
you gave me
     I cant rememberwhichway it went      
  Was it up my chin?
                  Or across my neck?


I know whose fault it is I didn't listen
or thank you.                    Standing
                   with bloodonmychin just
What I deserve.

Left**                                                           ­                                                    Right
The­ shadowy outline of my closet is                                               A window
Too dark to see. I imagine                                         The lights and people and
The closet door out of place                                                 endless­ thoughts.
And Shirts that I don’t have,                                            I lie awake thinking,
                                          (Tonight in/of the imaginary closet)

While you stay young and I grow old,
It would be something to behold:
A tiny sparkle in the sand
Before those waves come crashing down.

And leave you in your shallow pool
Wet, and ragged, looking quite the fool.
Without an end, if things don’t pass
Everything is meaningless.
I suppose we couldn’t watch the flocks,
And I may as well give you a rock.
Flowers bloom against bluest skies,
And smell so sweet, but also die.

A rock however, so sublime
Sits cold and lifeless for all of time.
A rock never fades into the fields,
And Winter will not change its appeal.

A rough tongue, a heart of gall
The one whose sorrow’s never fall.
The greatest hero in all the land
Must go skyward in the end.

You may think you have it all
But someday dear the sky will fall.
If to these delights your mind might move
Then leave me now, you’re not true love.

And So Boys Dream Of Motorcycles

- Girls Of Their Horse

It’s funny how I’ve gotten to know you
(The real you)
Since the moment I decided I did not.

It’s strange that I feel close to you
(The real you)
Now that we spend less time together.

It’s odd how I can tell just what you
(The real you)
Is thinking, and block right out what you
Say.

And it’s quite frightening, darling,
That I understand you
(The real you)
Better than I know myself
(Who?).

I heard a song last night on the radio
Driving back with...
What unbeknownst to me was...
A last kiss on my lips.

The girl sang to me in the sweetest voice
Along side piano keys
And what was I think a violin
Teaching me of love and things

Years later I think I heard this song again
The melody long forgotten
Who's to say
In my core I felt you shifting in your sleep

I've got three people to thank
I'll be frank:
     The alcohol that's in my blood
     And The music in my ears
     Everyone who’s done more than me
It's you who's made it clear.

Don't wait any longer
Just remember:
     Not where you make your living
     Not where you rest your head
     But where your mind goes to
When you lie alone in bed.
    
So fear me please
But be at ease:
     I’m closer than you think
     Know I’ll be that last attack
     Realize that I'm the end
But never let me hold you back.