i sat on a swing today
and heard
fairies laughing
men shouting on the rooftops
takin' my time
i thought about what next to say
the truth
white lies
or maybe just a lullaby
but i went for it last night
so
i wish you would show up on my doorstep
and hold me (tight)
since
isn't that what we both want?
and then, after we could recognize that (in each other)
then, maybe, we would talk.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
too many one word sentences
don't go that way, after all these years!
it's just what I feared
why I was so reluctant to...
and then I was so glad I did, but it's just...
just...
I like you.
so don't do it.
it's just what I feared
why I was so reluctant to...
and then I was so glad I did, but it's just...
just...
I like you.
so don't do it.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
bare
exhibit A
is when we play
and dance
through the day
romance
away
act however we damn well please
exhibit B?
well, we'll see.
it all depends on how you smile at me
exhibit C
is "the last time I was in a pool, I was naked"
it's not faking it
it's down-to-earth grit
(see what I did there?)
it's bare.
is when we play
and dance
through the day
romance
away
act however we damn well please
exhibit B?
well, we'll see.
it all depends on how you smile at me
exhibit C
is "the last time I was in a pool, I was naked"
it's not faking it
it's down-to-earth grit
(see what I did there?)
it's bare.
two-day rainfall
i want:
chocolate fingers
gospel singers
bell ringers
welcoming
forgiveness
that necklace
and passion
and i want you to tell me
everything
chocolate fingers
gospel singers
bell ringers
welcoming
forgiveness
that necklace
and passion
and i want you to tell me
everything
Monday, July 21, 2008
Pico Beach
i slept with the waves crashing
dreamt of babies, soft sunshine, napping
awoke to the giggling of a too-energetic three-year-old
at six thirty, eh em.
(we read sleeping beauty then.)
and we walked down the beach
and i walked into the tide
it dragged me in and lifted me high
and i felt peaceful inside
but also sublime.
and we swam out to where the waves lick your chin
and the crests and the valleys entice you in
further and further til you're lost and begin
to wipe your eyes and swim
closer to shore.
and we made sailor's braid bracelets
(well, i made an anklet)
and listened to worldly music
and did yoga poses.
too soon, too soon
did reality intrude.
dreamt of babies, soft sunshine, napping
awoke to the giggling of a too-energetic three-year-old
at six thirty, eh em.
(we read sleeping beauty then.)
and we walked down the beach
and i walked into the tide
it dragged me in and lifted me high
and i felt peaceful inside
but also sublime.
and we swam out to where the waves lick your chin
and the crests and the valleys entice you in
further and further til you're lost and begin
to wipe your eyes and swim
closer to shore.
and we made sailor's braid bracelets
(well, i made an anklet)
and listened to worldly music
and did yoga poses.
too soon, too soon
did reality intrude.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
I'd like to mean it this time
Jesus, boy, you can't lift me up,
then tear me down.
Cuz you're not around
and we're both too proud
to make it up to each other.
well, fuck that.
I'm done trying, because I'm done crying
(or, rather, done wanting to weep, or sleep, or eat,
or wait for you some more.)
and I don't know who that hussy is,
but I don't feel bad feeling bad about her
(I'll think of a reason later.)
maybe I was too loud, too rash
too fast for you.
I keep meaning to ask,
but the moments fly past
and I want just a bit longer before uncovering the truth...
then tear me down.
Cuz you're not around
and we're both too proud
to make it up to each other.
well, fuck that.
I'm done trying, because I'm done crying
(or, rather, done wanting to weep, or sleep, or eat,
or wait for you some more.)
and I don't know who that hussy is,
but I don't feel bad feeling bad about her
(I'll think of a reason later.)
maybe I was too loud, too rash
too fast for you.
I keep meaning to ask,
but the moments fly past
and I want just a bit longer before uncovering the truth...
Monday, July 14, 2008
green trees crazy woman campground
{written june 23}
The trains out here are a mile long
and I'm running out of ways to put "I miss you" into song
so I'll try a poem instead.
I thought that maybe,
you missed me too.
But finally getting last night
proved to me that wasn't true.
Give me something, anything?
To say I still mean as much to you,
as I think you still mean to me.
But it's getting harder every day
to maintain the illusion that my love isn't
so so so far
away.
The trains out here are a mile long
and I'm running out of ways to put "I miss you" into song
so I'll try a poem instead.
I thought that maybe,
you missed me too.
But finally getting last night
proved to me that wasn't true.
Give me something, anything?
To say I still mean as much to you,
as I think you still mean to me.
But it's getting harder every day
to maintain the illusion that my love isn't
so so so far
away.
wisconsin
{written june 19}
homesickness is like
heartbreak, stomachache
feverish chills
and nightmare thrills.
i've got a fishing lure pulling at my insides,
reeling me in towards home
homesickness is like
heartbreak, stomachache
feverish chills
and nightmare thrills.
i've got a fishing lure pulling at my insides,
reeling me in towards home
the dragon in the mountain (a haiku)
the road stretches on
the clouds are the mountain peak
the sun glows yellow
the clouds are the mountain peak
the sun glows yellow
in absentia (beat poetry)
{written june 7}
"Goodbye," I lied, twice this time, but can you blame me so much that I tried? It was worth the effort not to cry, but I forgot that sometimes some people make you fly, and you can't reason your way out of that.
When hearts beat in time, when the stars are divine, when everything rhymes. Because I'm reliving my last moments with you - wondering, wondering - and I want you, too.
So I'll remember your heart beating through your back, twist my fingers at the border, let myself become my mother's daughter, enjoy the ride, while it's time.
But when I return, will you have learned? Don't forget me when I'm gone, though the trip will be long and temptation strong and convictions wrong - stay with me. Because when bodies pound in sync I sing and when lovers sound in ecstasy I drink, and Bass pale ale tastes like you in spring.
See, I'm thinking of you - don't forget me.
"Goodbye," I lied, twice this time, but can you blame me so much that I tried? It was worth the effort not to cry, but I forgot that sometimes some people make you fly, and you can't reason your way out of that.
When hearts beat in time, when the stars are divine, when everything rhymes. Because I'm reliving my last moments with you - wondering, wondering - and I want you, too.
So I'll remember your heart beating through your back, twist my fingers at the border, let myself become my mother's daughter, enjoy the ride, while it's time.
But when I return, will you have learned? Don't forget me when I'm gone, though the trip will be long and temptation strong and convictions wrong - stay with me. Because when bodies pound in sync I sing and when lovers sound in ecstasy I drink, and Bass pale ale tastes like you in spring.
See, I'm thinking of you - don't forget me.
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