May 2016
Active motion
act in motion
spark the plug
and speak with love smalltown rain
occasional clouds bus stop lights out
hazy thoughts sway your imagination back and forth with
violin and incessant heartbeats
I adore you saxophone
and appreciate the pattern of your voice
there's a little something for everybody here.
(at least for those that act on their own
volition!!)
existential essays among
the Spanish backpackers belongings (Camus' Myth of Sisyphus)
the sound is dazzled with itself/
my attention wanders to the distant mountains
where snow still sits meditating on
my dreams and your dreams.
(The more we get together the happier we'll be!)
In a flash the coffee shops close and large homes from decades ago
are physically moved to other lots
and cranes observe the night
a little ways down my street
across from the Apartment I lived in around 2002
(My cousin Rachel came over while I was sick with summer fever)
EVERY STRANGER SLEEPS
I WONDER WHAT THEY DREAM
I WONDER IF THEY ARE DREAMING RIGHT NOW
painted animals wait idly in the fields of parched grass
for another bomb to go off
and I've forgotten the static of the TV
I once saw them in
May day May
day
I can't believe how hot it's been outside!
I'm forcing myself to be confident enough to wear a T shirt
(ah) at the line in the grocery store the woman ringing thru my
soon-to-be plastic bags
she's a child of her cigarettes and a mother
of her ashes. Her hair salted and her face like tired glass
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry that love is hard sometimes
(and o so soft)
I was at the sleepy supermarket once
(in an imaginary place)
and a child was with her parents and noticed the expiry on a 2% milk
she asked
"What does this mean?"
her mom looked down at her to what she was pointing to and replied
"That's when the milk goes bad. When you can't use it anymore"
They continued down the aisles and she asked
"Do people go bad too?"
I don't know what caused her to think this so early
it's such a shame dear,
her mom frowns in that way when you're trying to hide it.
"Yes, you gotta drink the milk fast, but some people drink up life too slow and it leaves them sour"
and upon leaving back to my mattress
I never saw which direction they went or where I wound up
after accepting that my heroes would never appear.
PASSING the elementary school I once attended
during a windstorm
throwing tantrums during assemblies and making
friends with car accidents.
I try to remember names and only Sean, Alexis, Daniel and Dean
come to mind...
..So long to childhood vagueness in
days deceased to
trashcan calendars
it was nice to see you
but I really must be going now.
(TODAY IS A UNIQUE SHADE OF YELLOW)
act in motion
spark the plug
and speak with love smalltown rain
occasional clouds bus stop lights out
hazy thoughts sway your imagination back and forth with
violin and incessant heartbeats
I adore you saxophone
and appreciate the pattern of your voice
there's a little something for everybody here.
(at least for those that act on their own
volition!!)
existential essays among
the Spanish backpackers belongings (Camus' Myth of Sisyphus)
the sound is dazzled with itself/
my attention wanders to the distant mountains
where snow still sits meditating on
my dreams and your dreams.
(The more we get together the happier we'll be!)
In a flash the coffee shops close and large homes from decades ago
are physically moved to other lots
and cranes observe the night
a little ways down my street
across from the Apartment I lived in around 2002
(My cousin Rachel came over while I was sick with summer fever)
EVERY STRANGER SLEEPS
I WONDER WHAT THEY DREAM
I WONDER IF THEY ARE DREAMING RIGHT NOW
painted animals wait idly in the fields of parched grass
for another bomb to go off
and I've forgotten the static of the TV
I once saw them in
May day May
day
I can't believe how hot it's been outside!
I'm forcing myself to be confident enough to wear a T shirt
(ah) at the line in the grocery store the woman ringing thru my
soon-to-be plastic bags
she's a child of her cigarettes and a mother
of her ashes. Her hair salted and her face like tired glass
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry that love is hard sometimes
(and o so soft)
I was at the sleepy supermarket once
(in an imaginary place)
and a child was with her parents and noticed the expiry on a 2% milk
she asked
"What does this mean?"
her mom looked down at her to what she was pointing to and replied
"That's when the milk goes bad. When you can't use it anymore"
They continued down the aisles and she asked
"Do people go bad too?"
I don't know what caused her to think this so early
it's such a shame dear,
her mom frowns in that way when you're trying to hide it.
"Yes, you gotta drink the milk fast, but some people drink up life too slow and it leaves them sour"
and upon leaving back to my mattress
I never saw which direction they went or where I wound up
after accepting that my heroes would never appear.
PASSING the elementary school I once attended
during a windstorm
throwing tantrums during assemblies and making
friends with car accidents.
I try to remember names and only Sean, Alexis, Daniel and Dean
come to mind...
..So long to childhood vagueness in
days deceased to
trashcan calendars
it was nice to see you
but I really must be going now.
(TODAY IS A UNIQUE SHADE OF YELLOW)
