Thursday, September 08, 2011

up thinking

When the night falls down on the day,
there's nothing left for you to say
you always want what you can't have
(up thinking not sleeping/dreaming)
you always want what you can't have
(up thinking not sleeping/dreaming)

After dark as it starts snowing,
we walk along not yet knowing
before too long we'll be more than friends
Now as we lay beneath the sheets
shadows on the window shade keep me
up with the sound of our hearts beating

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

wobble

When I haven't written for awhile, my words feel so wobbly. Like the handlebars of a bike that I'm riding for the first time in years, except that the lack of coordination is intellectual. I force myself to the end of each sentence, regardless of how poorly written it might be. I convince myself I just need to get the ideas down. But later, after I have saved the document and closed the screen, I lay awake in bed, fearful that I will die in my sleep, and this horrible piece of crap will be the last thing that I ever wrote.

Monday, September 13, 2010

cafe con leche

it's a starting line
drawn in the sand for you to stand behind
plan your course
keep your eyes aside from the ones that pass
you by

it's a starting line
drawn in the sand for you to stand behind
for the fastest time
keep on the goal you have in mind and not those
on the side

Monday, June 07, 2010

new song # 2

even sunshine, brings rain, when snow melts
down window panes
even sunshine, brings rain, when snow melts
down window panes

I'm worried about the trees.
It's been so long since they've had leaves.
And their not gonna bend,
when the wind comes and shakes their skin.
No their not gonna bend,
when the wind comes and shakes their skin.

I'm not gonna breathe
the air's too cold against my teeth
and I'm not gonna stand
to loose the heat from my hands and feet
and I'm not gonna fall
I've grown as tall as I can grow now
I'm not gonna fall,
I've grown as tall as I can grow now

even sunshine, brings rain, when snow melts
down window panes
even sunshine, brings rain, when snow melts
down window panes

Friday, November 07, 2008

tension then

i could feel the tension then,
in your fingers bent on my leg,
but it was easier to pretend
you would always stay.

destroying the haiku spirit

the bell jar descends,
it fits the whole country in
and the sour air sweeps
through the passionless streets.
with an obscured view, you
conform to consume, you
head off to bed-
save your questions for the end

the fresh air ascends
leaving you trapped within
this strip-malled town but the
moneys all run out
what will you buy now
buy now

the waves
push and pull the sand
till your footprint's
swallowed by the land

Thursday, March 20, 2008

the end of the day

I wait for the day to end so I can leave here and return earlier again,
tomorrow. Borrowed phrases get me through simple movements of the day, when hello and goodbye are the only original things I have to say.
outside, the black branches against the white sky are the backdrop for my olan mills,

and even if changing scenery was that easy, I wouldn’t pull the loop attached to the stills to bring me closer to you.

I walk to the elevator that takes me down, then climb stairs to reach the ground, floor. I end where I begin, right there where you and I have been, many times before. Waiting for the engine to turn my car from cold to warm and this song plays while I’m thinking about making love to you. Sometimes when I turn the corner I think I see you shift uncomfortably in the passenger seat.

tell me that you want me to slow down. My glasses have fogged from the heat of my nose beneath.


I talk to you now as if you are dead, the ghost sitting at the foot of my bed listening to the end of my day when I’m taking off my socks and rubbing my feet..

Saturday, January 05, 2008

your love

like a palmful of sand,
slips through my fingers when i
close my hand.