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piper m Feb 2021

Basho

The leaves are still green
Where are you headed?
I see her, sleeping in the backseat
Pass the sugar cane before she spots the weeds
I feel water rushing
Running down my sleeves
Numinous, she dances, terrifying me
Ears closed to the music
Snow makes it hard to breathe
Tires ink the road again
Drive away from me

#robbiebasho #basho #visionsofthecountry #acousticguitar #primitiveguitar

piper m Nov 2020

Heart too Large

Sometimes you have to be alone,
And sometimes you think you're going to cry,
And you do.
The tears will stain your cheeks down to your ears,
And you'll think back on when I would kiss your eyelids while it rained.
You've been growing under harsh light,
And your heart has rusted over, along with all your ferns.
Don't you know I still wait for you to call me after the shower to tell me that dogs chased you all the way home,
And when I grow up I'll tell myself that in time,
You must have grown towards the sun.

Your heart is too large,
And your brain is too big.
Please don't let them get you down.

piper m Oct 2020

L.V.

After reading somewhere that emotional tears fall slower than reactionary ones

Every time I cry over you I count how many seconds it takes a tear to fall down my cheek

I wonder if I still miss you

Or if I'm crying because it feels like the right thing to do

piper m Jul 2020

Random Ramblings

When did the music stop?
I don't know.
Last time my ears were open, we were listening to the Smith's.
"I've got no right to take my place with the human race," Steven told me.
And I listened.
I opened a bag of dried apricots that I'd found next to the record player.
They expired in 2015.
I ate them anyway.

Just random ramblings.

piper m Jun 2020

Her Name is an Emotion

Her shy imagination is a blessing.
Her heart is rather plump with never ending hope.
She says she'll always see the best in me.
I wonder if that's supposed to be a joke.
My words should leave my poisoned mouth, and sting her swelling heart.
Instead they bang my lips with hammers, yearning for them to part.
Her name wraps softly 'round my agitated thoughts.
When she pulls them down my throat again, they turn into sharp and jagged rocks.
Her method is so simple to
keep my rage at bay.
She always says she'll never leave my mind. She'll be packing any day.

#iwrotethisaboutaquoteireadonce