When we were five,
maybe six
I heard an engine settle
out by the back gate.

Summer's affable grass
and bees swarming.

We were preoccupied
with the garden hose,
the plastic tub, our kitten,
Smokey,

I ran to the back gate though
left the nozzle behind me
"This is only temporary."

Then he left, and it seemed,
in such a hurry his ride did arrive,
while we were preoccupied
when we were six,
maybe five.

Perhaps this is the
best thing, although
my patience is lost
and my flame left
flickering
I'll find a way to douse it.
Life will be good and
clean and viral again.
It will have happenings
and magic and lust. But,
I just can't see us feeding
the Ducks, together,
again; not while
these dogs are barking.

Lick your wounds
procure a pallet of pastel shades
use them to paint your life on a page
just know you are the artist and the critic.

Fake it if you must.
Let's pretend to have a soul
just to make sure
I'm not alone in this.
Just to insure a shelf
for you to place all your grief upon.
You can fill a glass, call it half empty.
You could blame it on the voices,
Let them speak for you,
because you've lost your own.
I'm asleep on your floor again.
The warm spot,
you left before I had a chance to say
something.

tackling the semantics of song;
an attempt to cling to theme.
A single catalyst
through which we enter.
It’s the tears on paper,
the ink on your skin,
everything you hate
pulling at your limbs.

Not a thing you couldn't guess
don't waste a moment for
preparation.
Don't you know that it is myself
I am most afraid of?
As if you couldn't tell,
you little analytical soul!
You sacred star of my heart.
Every word I ever spoke
was evidence enough.
I lied, but you kept secrets.
Can you honestly say
that there is a difference?
We don't believe them anymore;
their words are fiction.
Clever metaphors abstractly
hidden
within their diction.

We've been **** so long,
our clothes itch when we're dressed.
We've been in thought so long,
it feels strange to speak.
We've been smoking too long,
to stay sober during the day.
We've been numb for so long,
it seems foolish to worry.
We've been absent-minded for too long,
to have reason enough to reason with.
We've been awake so long,
we don't have to sleep to dream.
We've been fighting so long,
we don't know if peace exists.
We've been dancing so long
that our toes twitch while we lay.