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Jared Eli Jan 25
And all the walls they look the same
as they go rushing past
Both my eyes they stay the same:
Pressed shut against the glass
Brick by brick and brick by brick and
brick by brick I go
On twinning tracks that take me further
from a place I do not know
Wrap my arms around myself                                                                       Pillow hands against the shelf                                                                  
Close my eyes to the raging world. . .                                                      
Look for me— Arizona heat, Cali drought,                                            
Oregon rain                                                                                                  
When you think you know you've lost me                                              
find I'm sleeping on the train                                                                    
Now the fields whip past the glass
my lids stay together
Cannot see the way ahead; cannot
spy the weather
Day to night and day to night and day to night
time flies
The grouped, chain-smoking pistons softly
exhale to the skies
Your arm around your shoulder                                                              
Remain as though a boulder                                                                      
Close your eyes to the raging world...
c. 2019
Jared Eli Jan 25
Open-window beauty
           I see through
Your windows
           I see you
Let me in on all
          The stories
Let me see you
           Always
c. 2019
Jared Eli Oct 2019
As a Scorpio who's well-intentioned
I will try to avoid your mentions
But I still will dream of you—
Little Virgo, sky/sea blue

Why sky and sea?
Well let me see. . .
What better way to describe thee?

As clouds aloft, thou art, thou art
So pure and soft, thou art, thou art
And when thou thinks of me unwell,
Thou art a maelstrom's swirling hell.

So sky and sea
Yes, those are thee
Yet wouldst not water describe me?

Unpredictably consistent
Sometime calming; oft persistent
And as water wears at coast
Seems I'm the one who wears you most

Sky and sea, sky and sea
Could it be they're meant to be. . .

An homage to our similar'ty?
Twins of cloth yet each a rar'ty?
Evidence that we are one?
No separation when out the sun?
Could it be the sky and sea
Are mostly you and mostly me?
Perhaps in our co-mingled blueness
We have found a vein of trueness
And as the sky turns orange and pink
And sea as dark as pitch
We turn ourselves from sea to sky
And follow that sunny niche
Jared Eli Oct 2019
Us
I am yours and you are mine
Let's be this way for all of time
And when I squeeze you close and tight
Dream of us when you sleep at night

You're my gal
I'm your man
Never let me go
You're my gal
I'm your man
Always love me so
Jared Eli Oct 2019
Sundrops and melted hearts
fill the streets in their empty parts
where the asphalt starts to tear and break
the melty bits fix the mistake
And flowerbeams and rainbow-daggers
launch attacks until sadness staggers
clutching at a mortal head-laceration
the tears have now left the station

So it is that on a sunny day
A funny day, a Mon-i-day
The good bits make better
The cheeks that were wetter
When good thoughts had all gone away
Jared Eli Sep 2019
I am a born-again believer in me, in we, in us
I trust you and I will fly so high we forget the meaning of the word stand
Hand-in-hand we will be above both land and sea and our floor will be more air than comparisons of trees laid down
Hey— I know you, I’ve seen you before
Not in trouble, no no but still in my corner
The girl you were, should I warn her?
That we are about to fall irrevocably, recklessly in love
I’ve been in jams before but never in something so sweet it makes me wonder what makes you
Stick with me, it sounds like a pup explaining his carry-on before boarding but if you’d just be mine and dine on promises and wine with cutlery so fine you feel you ought to rub away your fingerprints before they notice who you are
You are the light that makes the day go ‘round and shove itself into the ocean each night, embarrassed to be outshone
Out here there’s nothing to rub away
Your fingerprints burn searing brands on my soul and you make me whole
I’ve got holes in me like the lid on a pepper-shaker, the flakes keep dropping out, but you close them up and I can’t help but think of my suture with you, the future is ours, sew
Onward to new horizons
You and I will rewrite the stars
What, like it’s hard?
The fabric of spacetime is just that, sew
Bunch here and there and make a scrunchy outta time
Bring it back and take back the now
Blend fashion and function into one and oh what fun we’ll have being old and new all at once and together
We weather the storm because there’s no Halle for this Berry and no bunny’s coming close to this Bug
It’s you and me over land and sea
Like those pocket monsters, I choose you
I believe in true
Love is here to stay, okay?
Take my hand and sail with me
Fly with me
Above land and sea
Jared Eli Mar 2019
The moody boy in me died but the broody boy lives on
cos he thinkin bout the way you think the moody boy be gone
And he gone for sure but broody boy he think you don’t want him
so he brooding on the moodiness he think you got him in
Broody wants you to feel loved like maybe moody couldn’t do
and he wants you to know the love he got for you is love that’s true
He wants you to know that at very least if you feel so all alone
then brood on him a moment cos he got you listed as his home
Yeah broody boy alive and well and he think you mighty fine
like a gal that’s worth excavating for to build cellars for her wine
If there ain’t nothing else left in this world for you to take and hold dear
Just know this broody boy loves you so and he’ll whisper in your ear:
“We burn long and bright and through the night to the other side of the day
The eternal Yule log we light to fight and keep them bad spirits at bay
And it’s you and me, we the earth and sea, we the flames and wood below
We here to stay and ain’t going away cos it’s those bad spirits have to go”
Maybe he’s broody and maybe still moody but put a cap on his *** and see
That the boy inside loves that girl in you and he’ll love eternally
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