I
Came
With my
Army
We
Wanted
Your Cardboard
But you
Were not there
So we
Left you a
Message,
Wrote it
On post-it
And
Kissed it
For
Good luck,
Wanting
Of words
As we
Climbed
Out your window.
Told you
"Make
Something
Of you,
And make
It with
Paper,"
We Made
Something
Of us
And
Kissed it
For
Good luck,
Sent it
To someone
With
Address
And answers,
Dressed up
In bottles
For Oceans
And
Sisters.

I purchased your room

right after you left,

if just for the smell

of citrus and cigarettes


I find it's in the curtains

whenever they're wet,

and I keep the windows open-

so I may not forget

On Little Ferg

The little theater
with the little lights
and the big dreams-
and the faces
on faces
and the snags in the seams,
and something
to the order of 73 seats
for 73 people
who'd like to believe
for free,
and the way we
made a breathing body
out of shapes
and how
we made a family
out of cohabitants,
and everything
trite you could say
about making art
but that's what we did,
and I miss it

Touch & Go (Video!)

Thanks to Ariel and Julia I now have this video thing figured out- while technology still baffles me I was able to make a basic representation of what Touch & Go is supposed to sound like. Hope it suits your fancy :)

Sinking to the Surface

I thought about
how you sink to the surface

and the girl-shaped island
and a sigh-shaped promise
how you lie-shaped honest
and I sigh-shaped promised,
it's a sideways concept
like a ship-shape misstep
and the dried paint on it,
only dried paint on it

you had green eyes
furrowed brow,
likely still do
then, now,
sun-glasses-inside
me-wide-eyed
if you'd want to
then, now

and all the flower-seed-shells
and all the Jeep Cherokees on Route 44

I thought about saying

Lo tanto que te amo
pero nunca he amado

I thought about
sinking to the surface

Lo tanto ya probado
lo que nunca he tomado

and I hold the door for my reflection,
think of kind words my Mother said

and I walk with shadows mine,
never alone with the right lighting.

I thought about
sinking to the surface.

Touch & Go

This one's a song, it looks a little lame written out- try to think of it in a phonetic light, as I wrote it with this in mind over much substantial meaning.


Oh Ma, oh Pa don't be discouraged-
it takes courage to believe
in what you think and what you read,
don't you believe you raised me and Hannah Marie right?

Touch & go, don't go
most people don't know
how to go so slow
eyes closed, so closed
and oh- Ma & Pa I didn't know

Oh Ma, oh Pa don't disregard the progress-
if it hurts at least you're beautiful
and if it's wrong at least you're honest
and when it's bleak at least you raised me and Hannah Marie right

Well I don't mind, I am fine
Don't ask why, it's so unkind
don't press rewind, it's hard to find
I'm fine I'm fine

Oh Ma, oh Pa- I'll cross my heart & swear I won't tell
because things change, and yes I notice
if you're wrong at least you meant well,
on the bright side you raised me and Hannah Marie right

When you're bored enough to talk to God
is he bored enough to listen up?
Tell the man that I said hello,
I've been meaning to stop by

Oh Ma, Pa- don't say you could have done better
under the skin, the table and also the weather
And we try, try try try
Coat and tie, nine to five
money keeps the dream alive-
Touch & go most people don't know
how to go so slow don't go don't go

What if the voice of God is silence?

"You could search the whole world over and never find anyone as deserving of your love as yourself." -Buddha