He's just a people boy and I'm just a people girl

And he's breaking my floor

I come tumbling down

Scraping my elbows and knees along the way


Music fills my head with his breath behind it

Rhythm pounding inside my skin

Traveling through my veins

Paced for a race and wild like flames


His lips are soft but I wouldn't know

Voice that crawls into my ears

And makes my bones sing right out loud

Eyes that make me shiver when they find mine


Smooth and sweet he hides on the other side

Rain falls steady blinding

Bitter and rough I try to get there

Impossible he stands tall so I can see


Sleep calls out to me

Deep and deeper I breathe through a straw

He floats on past me head above water

Slippery indifferent are my hands that reach


Silence fills up our space

Speech boiling stuffy beneath our tongues

The world watches unknowing as I struggle

No telling whether he can hear


Falling farther than ever

Were almost out of reach

Tossing in sleep that pulls at our dreams

Idle idealistic from a distance


I am the outsider

My footsteps are everywhere lost

He's walking ahead looking back

Aching to speak


Between lines of love lines of fear

We stand together apart

Looking up at a sea of faces that would see

So our footsteps make not a sound



Tangled are we

Confused in our places

What we know is right

And yet what we see is redundant unmoving


So we stand at a still breathe each others maybes

They look right through us

Never substantial but always tangible transparent are we

In any other place time world


He's just a people boy and I'm just a people girl

And he's broken my floor

I come stumbling tragic

Breaking my heart along the way.

the night sweeps in with its great, black wings.
rustling, silk feathers.
i'm caught in the envelope, suffocated in midnight down.
i lay next to a man who is not mine and i am not his.
handsome. nice. respectable.
everything that good for me, being chaos, and he is warm.
i can feel his heart beside me. pulse. pulse. pulse.
heartbeat that is not my own. some kind of security 've missed.
but i don't feel secure.
the rhythm is not the one i love.
i lay next to a man who is not mine and i am not his.
we could label ourselves pretenders, but wed know anyways.
eyes flutter, a shiver runs through me.
braille. braille. braille flesh.
i am the pretender, creating my world as i go along.
this world is bleak in the winter. forced by the earth to be patient.
he isn't you. doesn't think. doesn't look. doesn't feel like you.
i turn over, away, stare out the window.
imagine you somewhere else, imagine you with me.
you sit in your chair, watching me. candlelight flickers.
dances over our faces, spills over the walls and settles between us.
megan. megan. are you asleep?
what? oh. he was talking to me.
back to reality.
i lay next to a man who isn't mine, and i am not his to love.

take me under.
sweet surrender.
let me sink into you like my feet in the sand
as the tide pulls it away.

lay with me in silence
on the beaten path
in the cold and the dark.
the light of the cartoon moon
shining through queen anne's lace trees.

the clouds take shape before us, pulsing.
a butterfly.
a castle.
where before, turtles trudged on the side
of the road,
plastic bags.

that ringing sound, inside my head
the bells and the synthesizer pulling,
strumming, stringing my brain cords.
i rest my head on his shoulder, only just.

he used to be inside.
he made me this today,
and he knew id never been happier
than in my "wonderland."
i was my very own alice,
spinning, dizzy with delight.
lost in a fantasy.

"i am not sorry for my soul."
he's distant, but so close.
and i don't even care that he doesn't love me.

he's calm and observant, reading me
while i dance in front of him
no longer on the path in Ohio,
but in the firelight in Bogota'
golden flesh.
twisting and body pulsing
with the beat of the music.

the guitar makes me languid
and you run your hands over my skin,
and we fall into each other,
fall into the heat.

back home. cold and dark.
a boy, not in the same place as i.
he will not cease to be an object
of my fascination.
abstract understanding of him.

we were meant to change each other,
never to love the other.

but YOU. you and i,
we were meant to spin, crazy, out of control.
so right, so wrong.
i fall into you over and over and over and once more.
and i never want to leave you,
though the cartoon moon says i just might have to.

take me under.
sweet surrender.

8am.
the sun is still waking up.
groggy and rubbing the night out of her wide eyes.
stretching her wings to wrap around the great earth.
or atleast america...
i switch on the espresso machine.
she hums loudly as if to say,
"just five more minutes, mom!"
i know, i feel the same,
my dear espresso machine.
oh goodness.
shiny mercedes whipping around the bend.
into MY parking lot? i wait to see...
yes. my parking lot. my shop.
haughty lady all in a rush,
can't stop and enjoy the morning for one second,
the pretty morning.
"um, yeah. i need a blah blah blah blah blah. and make it snappy. i have somewhere to be."
are you sure you dont want me to add a splash of manners in there for you?
no? okay. have a nice day.
it's too early to deal with this ****.
the sun's still waking up.
i haven't had my coffee yet.

there was a cemetery day
in the heat of july
when the shadow dreams called
and i fell in love with you.

there was a cemetery day
when i walked tight ropes
when we serenaded the birds instead
and made grass angels.

there was a cemetery day
when we threw stones in the quarry
thought seriously about diving in
and promised to one day.

there was a cemetery day
when the cicadas sang high
where silk flowers caressed the graves
and we danced like children often do.

there was a cemetery day
when we stood between our cars
anticipation under the haze of the streetlight
and you almost kissed me.

there was a cemetery day
when my head was reeling
realization breaching my skies
and i didn't want to go.

there was a cemetery day
when we drove until we couldn't
sunlight scattered in our quiet
and you thought about our fingers interlaced.

there was a cemetery day
when we lay out on the dock
the one that floats just off shore
and you caught me as i fell.

there was a cemetery day
in the heat of july
when the shadow dreams called
and you fell in love with me too...

she takes another order
takes another tip
takes another glance at him
at those chestnut eyes.
he looks at her
looks across the room
looks back again
catches her staring.
she blushed gold
blushes that he saw her looking
blushes again he caught her blushing
tucks an ebony lock behind her ear.
so he asks her to dance in the tokyo rain
their hearts are raging fires converging.
"aishiteru," she whispers in his ear
as he boards again.
"take me with you."
so he came back for her
against her mothers orders.
but it was not about defiance
and it was not about skin.
two hemispheres
two perspectives
one sweet love.

The Pisces people take their fins for granted
And the boys all shout that they want their money.
Oh the books are thick but they are all slanted
And the girls all cry 'cause its inherent to the nature of their minds.

I scream and you scream and we all scream for peace
And the men all plead that it isn't their fault.
We all keep eating and complain we're obese
And the dogs all bark 'cause its inherent to the nature of their minds.

Oh the ****** all think the bed is too creaky
But they shut their mouths because the money is good.
The business man laughs, he thinks he is sneaky
And the old ones die 'cause its inherent to the nature of their minds.

Politicians smile because it is their job
And the soldiers die 'cause the old men start wars.
The police all try to shake the angry mob
And these words now end 'cause its inherent to the nature of my mind.