There is a place where the birds go
When the air grows heavy
And it is not South
It is here that I will find you
When the dust has settled
You say you want to sing my bones electric
You want to whistle from the rafters of rainclouds
Become the weight of the rain
The kind that only comes
After the locusts have gone
And we are all waiting for something new
To keep us inside
This century was the moment
In your late-night lunch break
When you got so close to the end of your cigarette
That you wish you’d left the filter on
We are one race with seven billion shotguns signaling GO
Still we spin
Like tornadoes in plastic bottles
Cursing hands and the landfills we all fall into
Eventually
We might stumble into sanity
And mistake it for a honeybee sting
Resurrection
Is breaking past the parasitic anchors
In your skin
Propaganda over-fishing
Sinking 5th dimension realities
Into yesterday’s tomorrow
I will dig you out of this town until my fingernails are black from trying to touch every color at once
Hold me steady like September
The birds do not need compasses
But I do
You asked to leave the lights on
That night on the forest floor
The canopy rising and falling in the rhythmic breath of night
Tracing a circuit on the inside of my spine
The curve that proves that
We do not belong in boxes
With straight edges
Learning to breathe does not become easier the second time around
Catch my breath in a butterfly net
Send it back priority
In some other city
You spend the night with my footsteps
I spend the night folding swans out of your conscience
Jimeny-cricket style
There is a place where the birds go
When the air grows heavy
And it is not South
It is here that I will find you
When restlessness tempts you to fade
See you in my sleep
See you breathlessly awake
And shaking at the pearly gates
Because excuses were the birds
That flew from your chest
when you put regret to rest
Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 6:44 PM UTC
There is a place where the birds go
When the air grows heavy
And it is not South
It is here that I will find you
When the dust has settled
You say you want to sing my bones electric
You want to whistle from the rafters of rainclouds
Become the weight of the rain
The kind that only comes
After the locusts have gone
And we are all waiting for something new
To keep us inside
This century was the moment
In your late-night lunch break
When you got so close to the end of your cigarette
That you wish you’d left the filter on
We are one race with seven billion shotguns signaling GO
Still we spin
Like tornadoes in plastic bottles
Cursing hands and the landfills we all fall into
Eventually
We might stumble into sanity
And mistake it for a honeybee sting
Resurrection
Is breaking past the parasitic anchors
In your skin
Propaganda over-fishing
Sinking 5th dimension realities
Into yesterday’s tomorrow
I will dig you out of this town until my fingernails are black from trying to touch every color at once
Hold me steady like September
The birds do not need compasses
But I do
You asked to leave the lights on
That night on the forest floor
The canopy rising and falling in the rhythmic breath of night
Tracing a circuit on the inside of my spine
The curve that proves that
We do not belong in boxes
With straight edges
Learning to breathe does not become easier the second time around
Catch my breath in a butterfly net
Send it back priority
In some other city
You spend the night with my footsteps
I spend the night folding swans out of your conscience
Jimeny-cricket style
There is a place where the birds go
When the air grows heavy
And it is not South
It is here that I will find you
When restlessness tempts you to fade
See you in my sleep
See you breathlessly awake
And shaking at the pearly gates
Because excuses were the birds
That flew from your chest
when you put regret to rest