Insistant
Oh my oh my oh my oh my
I dream of real real live eyes
Torso inside arms
Wrapped round and round and round
There's a forever invisible kiss
Resting lightly on my lips
Don't you leave it don't you leave
No don't you leave it there
Jenny got a brand new bow just for junior year. She spun it around and lit it up and matched it with her eyes. Her hair was red, the dark brown kind, her eyes were ocean blue. You could sail, yes you could dive, into that kind of blue.
She walked across the sidewalk with her chin lifted with her smile, the boys they hung on hours just to find a gaze to the side. Her feet were shaped her hips were shaped her nose was perfectly shaped. Her bow it shaped around her face, her face it shaped the bow.
Tobin and Gingerbread
Tobin was a painted boy, painted with freckles and cowlicked brown
He had a button nose and buttoned jeans and his smile was a line and was paper dressed head to toe
Gingerbread was a sketched girl, coloured in the edges and scribbled in the eyes
Her hands always outstretched and legs that stretched forever, her hair covered her body like a million little slides
Gingerbread loved Tobin and Tobin loved Ginger'
They linked their hands with a white paper flap
They smiled forever and ever until the pages were crumpled
He Met the Mirror With a Sword
She's that kind of little girl
Who hangs out with teenagers
And teaches them about life
That kind
Who despises other little girls
Because they love to act, love to hear themselves cry
And when she finally befriends
With belly-button length pigtails and overalls
She does so in trees and with muddy knees
Where a female Davey Crocket is unusual but acceptable
She's not the kind I would like
She's too much like me
Every Cataclysm Is a Let-Down Somewhere
He took a step, footprint sticking to the puffed wheat ground and bursting upwards in explosions of lesser gravity
Greeting all the locals with a nod of his plastic wrapped head
They looked up from their gardens, from their lemonaide stands
As he passed, one slow-motion stride at a time
Some waved politely, some just briefly glanced, then ritually across the lawn and down at their watch
As he humbly posted his small windless flag beside their proud metal flag pole (alongside a few others, slightly askew), there were those who cooked their dinners and others who began a game of cricket
He hopped back to his vehicle, slightly confused with a tinge of embarrassment
The children shielded their eyes as he took off, while their mothers hurried them to their chores
The Lunar Moth and The Teenage Forevers
New languages are spilling over pipe sides and twisting down stems and fingers
Intertwined around wine glasses and other delicate hands
Like shy children who just need to be near
Hovering, tracing the lines across the knuckle and the soft skin just above
Musty blankets hold memories forever so we keep wrapping ourselves up in them
Up and up and over and over, knotted into the folds of time and space
Until faces are unforgettable and the feeling in the stomach becomes immortal
That eternal nervousness, the everlasting lunar moth which beats its great yellow wings from the depths of your torso into the walls of your throat
She rises and falls and dashes joyfully through your body until you can barely breath, caught up in the thought of once was, what could be
And when she, for just a moment, reaches the utmost of her heights
Seizing light with the fine tips of her wings, and calling out through the material limits
Sending out one silken strand, the one binding the expanse between me and you when we finally settle for the other's eyes. When we finally raise our courage to hold for a moment the power of one single gaze,
She nearly flaints, fluttering asunder, dearly searching for a resting place
How Deep Is That River
I'm not afraid of what I'll find
When I start searching in you
My heart has been held a way up high
Gazing down with frightened eyes
And now the light shines
Perfect love always drives
Through height and breadth and space and time
"I just want to know how deep"
-Mason Jennings
Walking Home, Friday, Rain
Wet pavement with silver lead poured into symmetrical cracks
Filled in spots with patted dirt, mud, and dead leaves
That lay alone and plastered
And a lone weed which shoots alight and outwards
With lamplit green enthusiasm
It holds the mirrors for the sky obstructed by light
My feet are not joking in their intentional walk across this road
The way I turn my head and wrap my self close is meant for the picture
Meant for the film
If you were watching you would feel my soul
The way it drips from the tips of my hair and careens to the black puddles below
Like passion does, like fury
If you were beside me you'd feel helpless
But in your heart you'd know, the only way to keep me
With my emotion still in tact within my body
Was to hold me very dearly
Like it was all my life and yours
Your breaths and shivering exhales would cover my cheek and neck
And you would pour your eyes into mine
Like my life depended on it
Like your life depended on mine
I can't convey enough, with my hips or my coughs, how in demand I am
In more ways than one, if only you could watch me now
Fearless of traffic, refusing to look into those blinding lights
As they capture water pelts before the disappear into their final descent
Where concrete envelopes them darkly into his warm bleakness
If you could hear me now
You'd hear me crying for your embrace
The fit, darling
In this weather, I can hardly bare it
Deep Dark Woods (thank you for your music)
red heart beating there is a spectacular pulse, the way you turn your head, the way you lift your eyes, you are like a hurricane but i am reaching out from the inside
breakers on the west coast, voices in the woods, like three melodic ghosts who sweetly lull through the night, yes you have caught me in silvery webs spun by the fingers of your mother who lives in the birch and sleeps in the earth
painted totems are raised in my soul, speaking to your spirits, speaking to your arrested breaths, you wont look wont sit wont listen, you are afraid of what? of it all, please be near my totems are calling, whispering if you will hear them, they whisper silently, their mouths are made of warm trees, come closer they all want you to know
creaking and breaking and snapping with the force, i am lonely with force, helpless with force, confused with force
i bend to the will of mother nature and her sons, i fly with the wind and careen with current, i cannot keep the soil beneath my feet, i am burried with the landslide
hopeless! i cannot take you, i do not want you in my spirit, it leaves me so fragile and pail and thin, i am wasting away every moment you invade, hopeless please leave me, it is not you that i want, it is the smiling hearts who drift near me, letting their voices softly sing
To This Rhythm
I don't want to be cold
I don't want to be a broken
dark hearted soul
I can feel you but your distant
You've taken my home
You've taken what it's worth to me
I'm wringing my hands, I'm smashing my mirrors
Wrapping pillow round my ears and wearing the cases
The beat is broken and the record is stuck
We're grooving to the grooves in between
The damage that was never done
Limits
There are no more questions of when to walk away
Stand still
...Can we just?
Sitting on the city limits
Rhyming words with edge, fray, and "oh please just wait"
Picking up pegs from the track, staking some sort of claim
In the pebbles, broken glass fragments, before you decide to walk
Walk it or stay
Run Around
It doesn't take too long to get dark in this town
Children still creak the swings and parents still laugh loudly
Like the sun never went down
But it disappeared a long time ago to spend a day in the West
Where they stretch their arms and start their cars
We wave from our Christmas-lighted hallways
And our glowing see-through rooms
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I feel mathematical
Where is my poetic algebraic equation?
Find it.
Whether it's there or not
m-u-s-e
Oh hello
Seems I'm falling one hundred miles from you
Would you be alright with being my new muse?
Don't worry, I wont think about you when you're not around
I wont chase or pry or pine
I'd just enjoy walking around a bit in your eyes
And some mild devestation by your smile
