Liz Anne

Liz Anne Jul 2012

She has a strange fascination
With the way the sun moves in the grey
I wish she could hear my song
As it floats down the mounting breeze
Then she'd know how precious
Her young heart and wise eyes will be

Liz Anne Jul 2012

Knick-Knacks

Things that
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{a dented brass thimble}
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Mean so little
To us
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{a broken shard of sea shell}
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Mean so much more
To those who
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{a rusted and splintery shovel}
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Mean the most
To us
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{a hand-written grocery list}
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Liz Anne Jul 2012

An Imaginary Plan B

I like to keep the door open
To remember it’s there when I’m lonely

Late in the night I imagine what it would be like
If I took those first steps through

Just to pretend I know an impossibility
Leaning in close enough to see

Without ever leaving reality
But I won’t ever step a single foot through

Because I’m not always lonely
And you are never going to be there

At the start of every coming day
The only one I’m thinking about is me.

Liz Anne Jul 2012

Polaroid

I want to be where cars are dusty
And amber mocking birds live
In shades of sepia and blue
The days go on so much longer
Than I ever imagined they would
Now I stand shovel in sweaty hand
We haven't met and I've yet to bury you
Its strange how unforgotten loves
Gather dust and lust for days gone by
But I'll always remember your taste
Smoke and coffee on an icy morning
My feet sink in loose arid mud
Leather seats are supple as eyelashes
Eyes behind tinted glass under gloom
How have you slept in the bed I messed?
If I had the chance maybe I'd go back
When our Polaroid was still dark and new
In all our haste it didn't take long
For color to erase sepia and blue

Liz Anne Jul 2012

Tipsy

Plastic, Glass, and Metal ceilings
Clocks and bars
Lend me a sip
This whole place is about to tip over
Under it all I feel the pull of the fall
Liquid Love in a crystal vase
Can’t help me be who you want to see
Midnight one
Midnight two
Orange flickers, green snickers
Spinning round round around
I’m a dreidel on the edge of a table
Waltzing suicides don’t know the ocean’s below
On the eve of this kiss
The cliff crumbles in ecstasy
‘World won’t quite let us lose it all
Keys, Cash, and Cars
Missing socks and a sky without stars
Ursa Major with a minor problem
Now it’s a habit he can’t quite kick
Orion’s belt is fastened too tight
And the seven sisters are now only six
Do you see what isn’t there?
Careful, careful the Sun thinks even the Moon is fake
But more than that Diana knows
Though to her you’re just a blunder
A wayward soul lost to deaf thunder
Drink, drug, and dalliance
By marring morning this too shall pass to you

Liz Anne Jul 2012

Slide I & II

I
I'm beginning to think this is as unstuck as I've ever been
Every little thing and all the moments between
I don't want them wasted, I want them to scream
Seconds tick and I feel purpose slide off into the sky
Haven't you got any better places to be? Anybody left to see?
Does it all escape like bottle after bottle to the sea?
I always said I'd prepare, I swear I did it all to prepare
It would come, a ring two minutes after I open my eyes
Don't you wish you held on to everything you wanted to be?
You must regret all the dreams you let evaporate just to find
Something that would come so easy if you'd only wait
Did you think you looked enough? Found all there was to see?
How can you not sit back and wish it was all just a little bit more?

II*
You sit so tall on the pride you built
Glory and glinting jewels of welcome travesty
Your chin upon the mountain of false accumulations
Is it easy to ask so much of me? To question all I know?
Do you know what you do to me to toss such accusations?
I have seen the back alleys of the world I call mine.
And I feel what you have yet to know: defeat.
Does it ever cross your young mind that you could fall?
That you might fall as fast as you have not yet risen?
You throw at me your soon to be opportunity
Just as I flinch to see you slide, to see your ride go
So quietly as mine did the first moment ambition blinks
How can you lay your whole happiness on one fragile wish?

Liz Anne Jul 2012

Tell Me Now; How Close is Your Maker?

We protect our paper bills and petty cents
With two inches of impenetrable glass
But separate our sick from our healthy
With plastic thin and crumpled as paper