We quake like stones at sunset
And shake like bones on their last parade
Everyone lifts up their voice
To lay you down below
Clouds of people letting go
Fist-crushed petals
Thoughts drifting to the earth
And memories to cover it up green.
Monday, November 30, 2009
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Monday, November 09, 2009
Here and There
Here and there
The droplets tumbled down
Here and there
Whispering wetness to the ground
Here and there
Air weighed with promises of green
Here and there
Leaden leaves curtsey and bow
Here and there
Gravity drinks the sky
The droplets tumbled down
Here and there
Whispering wetness to the ground
Here and there
Air weighed with promises of green
Here and there
Leaden leaves curtsey and bow
Here and there
Gravity drinks the sky
Saturday, November 07, 2009
Here and There
Here is where you crouch and kick
You shatter the shins of cautious thought
As it circles around you at an unsafe distance
Here is where the dust is churned
Turning the air deep butter brown
Painting skin and cloth in clay
But leaving the whites starkly untouched
Here is where you growl to yourself
And so to everyone in that voice of lost thunder
Of when the angry sky twitches and stamps a foot
Here is where your your eyes and head unite
Racing against the confinement of degrees
In that rolling hunted bovine way. Cornered and dangerous.
Here is where words in their crisp uniforms
And pastel blue helmets, jackknife their rifles
Spraying haphazard bullets, to mow an unwanted lawn
Here a betrayal so unlooked for that each
Syllable is its own shock. A fresh needle in the eye
As I mumble my peacekeeping with shifting feet
And pretend not to feel each metal Judas kiss.
You shatter the shins of cautious thought
As it circles around you at an unsafe distance
Here is where the dust is churned
Turning the air deep butter brown
Painting skin and cloth in clay
But leaving the whites starkly untouched
Here is where you growl to yourself
And so to everyone in that voice of lost thunder
Of when the angry sky twitches and stamps a foot
Here is where your your eyes and head unite
Racing against the confinement of degrees
In that rolling hunted bovine way. Cornered and dangerous.
Here is where words in their crisp uniforms
And pastel blue helmets, jackknife their rifles
Spraying haphazard bullets, to mow an unwanted lawn
Here a betrayal so unlooked for that each
Syllable is its own shock. A fresh needle in the eye
As I mumble my peacekeeping with shifting feet
And pretend not to feel each metal Judas kiss.
I'm bad at vulnerability I like to tie off places Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...
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Are the bandaid To staunch The bleeding heart.
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Late It's practically done, more or less Plus or minus it's my best Effort if you squint and side-eye It. I'm sure it will get b...
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How many Reformed people does it take to change a light bulb? CHANGE!?! Begone heretic!