You tell me in too little words that our time is limited
Your eyes staring straight ahead while stroking my arm
To what end will I time out
Till you lose me while talking about the now
In limited dim lit doom who am I to assume
That you would want to whether waning weather with me
Am I so semi permanent
Is it so easy to slip away
Still I find myself slipping to sleep
Slumped against some warmth
Waiting while wanting
Wilting when knowing
Everything is so loud
music blasting
eardrums bursting
fingers buzzing
a jackhammer
to the brain
chanting someone’s name
its indiscernible–huh?
indiscernible shrieking
for joy
for cheer
for love
for hate
because you feel like it
all the talking
lips moving
shifting at the gumline
saying nothing
I can’t hear you
speak louder
say it again
shout it if you have to
drown it out if you have to
Please
I’m afraid I’ll l o s e you
between the ringing
in my head
and the cracks
in the skyline
There is a deep rolling green at the
Base surrounding a small, clear lake, where
If you tilt your head to listen to the ground, you can see
How the waters make a still reflection
Of the perfect circle of leaves to each tree
The lake is fed by streams of thawed lightning
Coming down from the grey clouds that are
The gold-wood upper borders of this world
I wonder if there is a peak
The greens meld together on the mountain
Unsure whether to be trees or grass or moss
But there is a gentle slope to it all
One to get closer to, to walk and rest at one’s own pace
And maybe you will cross that rainy border of the world
Into some vast sky, blue and shining
But me, I am content here at the base
Wrapped in green reflections and that thought
Of going just a little further up each day
I want to paint my nails midnight blue
But I can’t understand why an Ab pedal is not included in the diminished triad
Someone can’t make opening night on January 25th
And the workshop attendance numbers need to be compiled
I want to paint my nails midnight blue
But I can’t seem to write my mother’s emotions fast enough
I can’t find the right rhythm in my song
I can’t stop long enough to talk
I want to paint my nails midnight blue
But I can’t stop watching gilmore girls
And then falling asleep
Waking up with the light on at 4:00am
Sleeping an hour and then starting again
Parking Lot
I miss parking lot you
the you that dashed on concrete
raced in grocery carts
the you that laughed
until you cried
the you that always knew what to say
to ease the angst
I miss the feeling
of beautiful hurt
like pushing on a bruise
or twisting a tooth
with the tingle and ache
that made me fall for you
without stopping
I miss parking lot you
that I’ll never meet
for the first time
or the last
again
Shining dried leaves of gold coins
Cool but not cold, crisp but not desiccating
Sky painted over with light, pale strokes
Sanguine ivy creeping through bark skin
Nestled past the graveyard encircled by hawks
As the last of the bees gather
Wooden fairy house staged from sticks and latched with leaves
Hushed hill of degrading green
The sun still hangs above, yet the crickets chirp
Wilting daisies and remnants of Black-eyed Susans
Squirrel waits by the amphitheater for a concert I suppose
Dry lake of reeds and towering Queen Anne’s lace
Brush your hand over them to hear the waves
Or wait for Eurus to kindly produce them
Snapdragons swim in shallower parts
Sandy coasts of stampedes surround the waters
I can hear mechanical echoes on the empty railroads
I wonder what their destination is
Never have I found a stiller willow
The Spanish graffiti says “you are my world”
Is it rustling leaves or something else beneath this creaking bridge?
Logs long-covered in lichen
There’s a forest of stinging nettles
I can see gold reach toward the sky
As I exit towards the graveyard
