"avett" poems
Bible
Cigarette
31 candles
Death Certificate
Eulogy
Memorial Service Program
Obituary
May 2012 letter from Erin
Two crocodiles
African Coffee
A Crucifix
Crucifix
Avett Brothers
Jade's love
Rob's love (a Lion's love)
Ashes
You and your favorites
So:
Go Ahead
Chuck tonight's stardust
Through the screen door
I don't mind my freckle's
Illuminati
Confirm:
Scar tissue's
a weaker skin
seal, yes?
Your ashes in my hand
Beneath a bag of
Japanese sand
Same fate:
Ocean
A USPS
Worker slapped
the "Cremated Remains"
Sticker on the box of
You
$25 and 8,000 miles
You in a box
I lay you on
Bob Marley's
Freedom Song
Item by item
I cry
A scar tissue
tear
and tears
I'll learn to dance with
A limp like
Anne Lamott does
I still crave much more
Of you than I need
But:
Who knew palm fronds
Are lined in metal too?
Memories that
Don't fade (illuminate)
Don't stale (crisp)
Don't mold (cleanse)
So
Attach a bag of dust
to a day dream's balloon
Send you off to my
fondest memories
To the sea
To the sea
To the sea
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 6:31 AM UTC
Music is a wonderful inspiration
It is one of the only things in this world that makes me feel such emotion
that it’s almost a physical feeling
I know that all emotions affect the human body physically
But, music impacts me in a different way
When I’m listening to The Avett Brothers
I feel this wonderful and amazing pressure in between my chest and my stomach
The closest thing I could describe it as is a light inside me
I don’t know what I would do without music
It is simply pure magic
Magic that has the power to change moods
touch hearts
and even hurt people
Music is one of the only things all human beings have in common
Even if you’re one of those people who say they don’t like music
It lies within every person
I truly believe that music is born in us
Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 9:29 PM UTC
I’m standing on the edge of a broken porch in New Jersey,
pink 3 AM clouds around a bowl of stars.
This jacket’s been warm for nine years.
Yes,
I still despair sometimes.
But I am learning to claw out of it by writing it.
Also, Jesus.
Tonight on this porch I’m thinking
what are symbols of happiness, what is
happiness, experience of it, etc.
I think of:
driving an overpass into the city tonight
all that color like spilled Christmas lights
like driving up into the sky.
--Think of:
7th grade boy with an earring and soft eyes.
Angelo. His name is.
Translating the story into Spanish for his friend.
--Of:
The blue, the green. Of the reef.
Pacific silence. Coconut cathedral.
Of: The Avett Brothers song, The Perfect Space.
Of friends who are like that.
: Africa, all seasons.
Also,
Jesus
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 2:54 AM UTC
you can try to swim the sea
you can try to hold the breeze
but say goodbye to you and me
you can try with skin and bones
but you will end up all alone
you can try to hide the sun
but say goodbye to everyone
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 4:02 PM UTC
i'm in the plains, i'm John Wayne, and Jim's got me beaming
they wait for me, no one but me, to scream/shout/break the ice,
subzero prairie air sticks to my breath as i mutter
something about needing someone to love me
it melts my red-hot words into smoke as i speak
my lips crack but don't bleed
it freezes my wounds so they don't leak
good enough for me
i stay out there
for the great release...
Lucy showed me the river of rainbows running deep in my veins,
Molly paraded me through the paths of pleasure saying,
"it's yours to choose, whenever you please."
Jim taught me that good things come with time, just in time
my vices / my mind whisperers
then my palms pop with static, my brain identifies havoc
a humbling wave of logic, there like a zealous paramedic,
snips a clean line through the icy glaze of my delusion.
back from whence i came. this bar. that stool. that night. acting cool.
i come to my own rescue.
emotionalism: subdued
heart's ripping flesh: re-glued
i know i've been runnin'...
not away from but toward somethin,
because the avett brothers warned me about that in '07
i chase, i glide, i soar
searching for something...
something...
not heaven...
i, in all of my aspiring ecstatic toughness,
i ----- crave
more:
a wicked-good fight beat
molten gold down my throat and then i feel it in my feet
sweet sweet sweet then down down deep
free it, release it, strike thunder
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 2:11 AM UTC
when you run make sure you run
to something and not away from
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
Second chances exist in the smell of pine needles on a winter day
A walk as the day wakes, bleary eyed and yawning
As dawn breaks to show sunlight over the steepest cliff
The wind in my hair even after I swore I’d shave it off
It exists in the Avett brother songs
Words I learned from someone I used to hate
Melodies that help me heal even now
While the record spins by my bed and I feel like like I’m just now breathing for the first time
The birds chirp to their tune and I can’t help but sigh deep,
in and out
Second chances exist in these moments I’ve crafted
The smell of a candle from a friend long ago
A necklace someone once thought I’d hate
On the dresser my mother built for me
Books I shared with the girl I grew up with
Pages I prayed she’d hold dear even when we parted
A well loved shirt and a hope for my future
Of coffee and cold mornings with you by my side
As we dance to no song, in time
Step, and swing.
You in my arms and your love in my heart.
Onward, towards nothing in particular.
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 9:18 AM UTC
on a stage, guitars strumming a tune that
can only be hummed, for it has no verses
the songwriters, their tongues entwined,
joined as one, they can speak no words
but the crowd roars its favor,, sheds its de light, stomping and whooping it up, making
all the necessary noises, of two tongues, yes’m, entwining
kinda like a kissing, a little of hissing too,,
got its own rhythm, even the noises rhyming,
a rock n roll ballad with country western
mixed in, some say it sounds like Joan Baez
singing **** Jagger, or an Avett Brothers
serenade
words need tongues for formaytion,
tongues needed to speak, but absent
a common language,tongues do what
tongues do best,
intertwining, combining, licking,
making love noises that requires
two to be
heard
fulfilling
taste of two
blending
and we
though
silent
pronounce
ourselves
as one,
the loveliest
unspoken
vocabulary
Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 3:11 PM UTC
a while back you
sent me a song by
The Avett Brothers
and oh, Chris, how
I tried to take you
in. I tried to take
you in. I tried to
take you in.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 3:12 PM UTC
can you tell that I'm alive?
Let me prove it to you.
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC
today,
ill think back on the good times
the honest laughs
the loving kiss
the first kiss
the last kiss
today,
ill think back on the good times
the sunday football games
the sunday baseball games
the time you choked me
the time you hit me
the time you poured water on me
the time you made me apologies for all those times
today,
ill think back on the good times
the times where sports were fun
when coaches were my friends dads
when coaches didn't yell
when coaches were friends
when coaches did degrade
when coaches didn't care
when coaches were fun
when sports were fun
when sports were a relief
when sports were me
today,
ill think back on the good times
when we went to the avett brothers concert
when we went to the green day concert
when we hid in your room
when we cried together
when you painted my nails
when you dug your nails into my arm
when you yelled at me for chores
when you cried to me
when I broke your heart
when I was your brother
today,
ill think back on the good times
the times you took me shopping
every time you were there when I needed you
when you came down on my crying
when you found my ****
when I broke your heart
when I became detached as your son
when you found out I cut myself
when you found out I have three counselors
when you found out I failed second grade
when you had my back
when you stopped the monster
when you protected me from the monster
when you helped me become me
when you taught me gay is normal
when you taught me theater is cool
when you taught me to express myself
whenever you let me buy blue shoes
or skinny jeans
or medium sized shirts
thank you, for everything.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 7:09 PM UTC