He's sleeping in the next room
it rained today
That kind that waters wildflowers and makes trodden paths all sticky
I thought I wouldn't know him
Months ago, one perfect night
we listened to the rain outside the window of my hotel room
I set out the next morning
mud stuck to my shoes
And the path led back to him

Hello
Could you sit there for a bit
I want to consider you
I think I like you
Our fabrics match and the sun shines so nice
Very pleasantly on the seat across the table
Could you sit there for a bit

My songs have been sleeping
But I think
(Because I do not know)
(Really, how should I know)
They come up for you
With sweet sounds my voice will not express
I hear them from your lips instead

Are you a truth
That must be asked
(What is trust?)
This water is cut with clockwork
A ticktock gate and as its keeper
Could you sit there for a bit
And tell the truth

Because!
I’m sorry, but all gears aside
I just
I’m sorry
I just
I’m sorry
Wait
Please
I’m sorry, hold on
It’s not, I mean
Not desperation or anything
Haha, right
I mean
Oh no
When did the gate open

How does a breath
Claim identity on the wind?
One drop in a storm
Just like any other in the sea?

Fear of Babel snatches the breeze
Saps the seas
Fear throws itself upon the world
Like the curtain on a birdcage

Yet every Tempest
Every mighty crash upon the shores
From the lone gust curling?
From the rising spray?
A first note in the silent night?

Under starless sky
Still waters
In dead air
Behind the curtain
I open my mouth.

Oh woman, you've danced your dance
You're partied out, it's time to closet those pumps
But Mr. Phonograph has something to say

He plays the record
The one you're a fool for
And its vinyl
Written with biology
A siren's wailing
Scratches you in all the right places
You dance your dance
Throb with the tempo
Your mind stays yours
But that pretty young body don't

Every fiber knows
Why you curve in such pleasing ways
Why your lips pout so sweetly
They sing along

Peace is for those on either side of the mountain
Not at the peak
You could think in innocence
You will think in wisdom
But Mr. Phonograph has something to say
"now, you dance"

We saw her pained,
The muscles tensed,
Did flesh rip?
I think flesh ripped.

Our moral ways,
Express lanes to her--
That innocent in the machine--
Were papered green.  

The devil watched her violation,
We could not stop it.
There was so much green,
Such pure green.

Today, from my high house in gates,
She haunts my sleep and
Shows me the paths,
So papered green,
Were merely never.
Stretched toward her,
Cracking with her,
Strangled with pure, **** green
Was us.

Hey.
This is my end-song, no more
I shut the book and it'll work
Just listen.

You don't know that I know
Or I think I know that you don't know that I know
Or I thought that you were, and you weren't
Whatever
That's over

But still all this backstage coggery
Whirs and I—
Tick tick tick, you're every time of the day
All our small talk twists the arrow in my chest
You need a friend more than I need you
So I'll go and confess to a jury of unknowns
This half-story they'll never be half-told

I'm like Sisyphus
Every ;) sends my heart
Tumbling to the bottom
Gods be ******, though
Fires rage within, whatever
You need a friend.
The End

I've been lying
Tryin' to make like my says were more than
Tippin' my head and
Letting ink run onto papers
(to be later typed up for the general public)

Wanted to be all
Art and whatever
Use words to weave beautiful things, but
It came out wrong 'cause
They were saying honest things,
Average things,
from an
average Joe
Runnin' his dumb mouth

My name is Runaway Joe.

Love?
Oh, love!
Love is great.

My heart bleeds for that special someone, dontcha know
Cupid shot an arrow
God, that kid's an *******

Romantic fog rolls in
The birds chirp Barry White
Our eyes lock

My pulse quickens and I giggle like a stoner
But person doesn't get the joke
Cupid shot an arrow
Budget Cupid
shot one arrow

Human!
Human, I can tell you like secrets
Yes, greedy humans like secrets
Follow me.

Where?
Hah!  Where!
Secrets!  Secrets for you to know!
Look there, why do the gardens stare back?
Why do the walls cry here in the sunrise?
Secrets, human!
You love secrets!

If I could sing good
I'd stand in a kitchen
and lullaby a baby
rocking in my arms

the baby would get sleepy and yawn
and be all like "hey, you're really great at singing"
only it won't, because babies can't talk
but that's okay

Young people
In old wooden houses
I see your face
Behind that cup
Under those locks
It makes me blush

Secret fields
In the back; you
Float in that dress
And the sun bathes us in gold

I like how smooth you are
Our faces in the grass with
clasped hands to the sky

When it's night
The old light will drip
We can catch it and
I'll wish for you to stay

The wind blows on his blustery days
Sometimes the rain falls
Maybe some snow in the winter
But always, young people
In old wooden houses
Blush at each other

We want you,
you are so nice
(and smell so good)
come with us,
come with us, hurry-quick
you should come with us

We are nice and we (smell so good) too
We are your friends and live in good place-s
come with us, you should
come with us
We are your friends
We like you

you will have so much fun
We have great times
you are our friend
come with us, hurry
We are good like you

We watch you and like you and you
(smell so good)
We want you to be of us
you should come with us

Cusp of the great sea
A mighty cliff
Lightening calcified
Strikes into the water
the chaos
the world
washed of sins till it burns the night
with consecrated arrogance
Immaculacy sans remorse
and I
I, on the brink
The stain
look upon the sea

Hey kid, how's the cradle
yeah, well keep on sleeping
'cause mommy's got something to say
while she's a bold girl and *****'s talking

Arrow straight: I'll prolly never love you
you're just an ugly baby, yeah, you
look too much like me

When you cry I
just wanna punch that face and
y'know we breastfed Roger
but I'm not letting you near my ****

Or maybe he's it, your brother
that boy is perfect and makes us so
proud,
or maybe I'm a
stupid suburban *****
who just can't do this mom thing twice over

Yeah, that's it, I just can't stomach
this love thing again, y'know I
did it for your father and I
do it for your brother
but there's just no room for you

So sorry, sorry squirt
that I'mma pickle myself for the next 16 years
sorry that we'll never get along
hey, maybe you could blame your brother for being perfect
but I don't really give a ****.

still water is my blood
I slosh the earth and
no one cares for my name

sun never was a friend, he
always looked upon me with distaste
so I wear a scarf in summer
while I slosh the earth

the kind ones try and help me
but sympathy's above me
and it's oh-so night lake clear that
one day I'll die free of
whatever they have that I don't

forward motion like a clockwork
rust won't slow me down
maybe someday I will get there
till then I slosh the earth