Saturday, January 26, 2013

Some nights I do real dangerous things like climb up your grated stairs
w/out a railing
Drunk in high heels

I set myself up
It's complicated
Crawled into a bed I just made and
Can you tell your girlfriend you just had amazing conversations
With compleat strangers of the opposite sex
On a Tuesday night in San Francisco
Capitol of ambiguous relations

Will it come down to the words exchanged between us...

They took us out
And gave us maps
To follow down
a thought

We set fire to those rotten pages
and smashed out our communicators
changed our names
and discovered a new way
to follow our hearts

some more arrangements of words

I'm learning how to live with
the rats in the attic
And taking each day as it comes
With or without panic

Ticktock ticktock
keep waking up
from this dream
of reality breaking

Turn your face into the rain when it hurts
Borrow the light from stars
Let the ringing in your deafer ear
sing to you all your favorite songs

My heart sailed away on the ship you kept in a bottle
That shattered the last time it stormed
It floated down river out into the open sea where it found a new home
It breathes like the waves now
Beats like wings of a seagull
And rolls back in just to tease at the shore

I'm learning to love the bottle and the courage i find at the bottom
Learning to lean in a little further
and speak without saying a word

It's letting go
Like an avalanche
And taking it all
Back in
Right before
Your heart implodes
Like a dieing sun

My eyes are not a camera
But I wish they were
then I could show you
How I see
Who you are
In the door way
when you smile

The light low and bright
on the rafters
That were burnt
By the fire
Finds the curves
In the wood
to hide

Just like it finds
fine lines
Around your eyes
shadow wisdom
The deep blue well
of sadness in them
Yet still
Laughing and sparking
With truth and hope
tomorrow's sunrise
in their reflection

Thursday, January 24, 2013

'ode to time and relative distance in space'

Theres a crack through it all
Where time pours out of
And it erases anything
It comes in contact with
You never existed
Never born
with the weight of any of this

Let go
Let it all fall
on the way down
The world was just a dream you never woke up from

Monday, January 21, 2013

mr spock

walk into another greasy spoon
too cold to notice the quirky names for generic dishes
indigenous to every shit hole in the state
and the whiskey on my breath mingles with the scent of scorched coffee grounds
i am less than pleased but fired twice into the television,
just to make it stick.

Monday, January 14, 2013

The Sea gull

I'm swinging around this world
I'm fucking John Glenn
The worst thing you can do to me is let me touch the ground
Toss me a pretzel
with a pressed and hidden Alka Seltzer
and watch my belly blow


I only came here to find a friendly face
I'm turned up high and walleyed
I'm rattling like a chimp in a cage
The pub is warm and dark
and everyone is smiling and leaned back
but no one's smiling at me
No one looks familiar
The speakers bleed a tune of joy
An old Irish waltz
I'm loud and alone
yawning out a chorus
Slam another drink against the bar
Whisper to myself
and answer out loud

Lemme have a tall Guinness
in a dusty glass with a whiskey knocker
I'm here to find a friendly face
I can't even find my own
I'm not looking for a number
I'm not looking for a kiss

Get the waitress over here
and tell her I can smell that brisket
and it's got me hovering in
like a cartoon bum
but my legs are just as silly
and my head can't find the roof
but some solid greasy protein
might bring me back tomorrow