Friday, April 27, 2012

Last Night

Until the blanket of last night was propped on,
and the lights silenced out,
we were talking about a tomorrow
you know swimming and you were telling me
you want to swim out to the sea,
but now that it’s today,
it’s time to face the waves, and wash your face
with the water, and find that the salt
is heavier on the south side.

Tonight might be a good time to gaze at stars,
but don’t follow me out to the terrace,
it’s my private palace, really.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

To Music

You grasp my little thin quivering wrist
And stroke it with love, when I’m splayed out
On my cold bed, staring at little alcoves of darkness
Rushing in and worrying about things, and people.

You’re the immediacy in every hesitating moment of my time
And I’m warped inside the world you bring along
Hanging in your neck, swinging from side to side
Glaring at me straight in the eye, with wisdom, and more.

You’re piercing joy, dissolving the tattered remains
Of last night’s smothered cheeks, and humbled speech.
Ankles freed from bonds of pleasure abiding movements
And mind swaying on the garden swing.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Tongue

How can you love one song and not another?
‘cause the one is the many,
and one pretty girl is as good as a world of beauty.

All roads are one road,
all pools and seas one stream of water,

Hiding in the forest is our one collective wooden soul.

Everyone is the same,
except for their silly tongues.