I Can Only Hope For A Fresh One

maybe it's a death or something else you'd face
while noticing each street has its own particular way of bending to meet the next street
and I'd do nothing but walk casually past each lamp post and hope you carried on
as if nothing had ever even begun and keep a steady pace
making sure you wouldn't even question or give it another thought.

On A Rainy Day

Maybe I could make another
and you'd stick around
maybe I could do a lot of things worth while.
Maybe you need to deal with some things on your own.

They'd call you their river and I had high hopes you'd come running.
For what'd feel like miles would all but disappear from the soles of your shoes
as soon as you'd see me.

12/2710

When all they did was bring you flowers,
you asked for your bouquet.
It made me wonder what it was that made you you.
After all you kept quiet and made it through the port
and kept still even while I rocked you back and forth.

And all I can ask is why it wasn't you
and how come it had been me
after all and all I had only sung to you.

Lyrics.

Hope you have fun in the city
while I'm stuck here back home and wallowing, though I won't admit it.
Hope you feel accomplished,
been a couple of years and I'm still feeling like shit.
Hope each holiday is nothing short of perfect,
cause I know that means you'll be back home, and just in time, I'm going out everywhere.

I hope it was worth it
I really do,
I think she's doing it to spite you.

But I've grown up since then
and I've learned a few things,
but I'll never get how you're still under my skin.

Hope your bags are easy to pack,
the last thing you need is some sort of burden.
Hope you have your nikon handy
you wouldn't wanna miss this.

Hope you still act like your important,
hope you love the city,
hope you have the time of your life,
hope you never get too drunk,
hope you never change,
the last thing I'd want to do is be even more of a burden.

Sing Me To Sleep.

I've been cracking at chords
and twisting my fingers in hopes to find the perfect notes
to keep you wondering where I've been.
All the while,
I keep time with my foot that was never very reliable to begin with.

I'd keep playing,
but I'd get sick of the same song I'd sing
and I'd have to keep at it harder
when I imagine us
in the park by the bridge that I've always wanted you to see
and I could keep at it.

I wish that I could just make up my mind,
and decide if it's better I'd leave
though I know it is,
it's something I'll wonder.

Friend.

What does it mean,
when the day is over.
When I get scared
and you wanna walk in the meadow.
You called it the calm before the storm
while I sat by the tree.

I always try to mean what I say,
and I always try to tell you that I'm proud,
but you'd rather not hear a thing.
What'll we do when it snows?

I can't say this makes me proud,
but this is something I know I can do,
and you're doing so much better.

I've Been Sailing For Too Long.

Have you seen the water?
I'd imagine the pressure to be a force
that I've yet encountered.
But just to spite whoever else
had been this far down,
I'd continue swimming.

I could turn around,
and write a letter to you about the experience,
but I'd rather not be the one to write you.
And even if I'd burst,
just know I tried harder.

But I stayed on,
and kept to side to watch whatever crashed at the side.

11/28/10

He stood
and made it clear we'd never speak again.
I'd apologize,
I would, I would.

But maybe life is better.

The Homestead

I wish you,
heard that song more often,
cause it'd help me know
if it's me that you miss.
cause I miss me too.

And I oughta know,
why after all, I packed my bags
and I wished you asked where I was going,
cause even I had no clue.

It coulda been a bigger picture,
for at least our sake,
though I'm sure I'll have no clue.

And I wish you
could me lately,
and see how much I've grown,
and visit me in my new town,
and help me figure out why it isn't
nearly as easy as it used to be.

RE: Icarus Lives!

Feed the dead,
and keep it whole.
I trust you to follow through.
Make it mean something.

Where Autumn Meets Winter.

I can't believe you
got so scared when the road got dark.
Though I kept it well hidden.
I'd say the view was worth it.
The skyline was lit up
and the rocks were dry enough for me to walk on
and attempt to impress you.

I think that could make a interesting drive.
though, I can't say I know how to get there so well.

You fell asleep on the way home,
and I wasn't lonesome,
I kept my eyes dead ahead,
and braking gently every time.

You said something along the lines of you being busy,
so I brushed it off and said maybe another time.

I took you to the most interesting street I could find.
It had stores and a little shop
where you could get coffee and feel no pressure.
I held open the door every time and smiled.
I kept quiet on the way out each time,
hoping to hear what you had to say.

I stayed in that night,
I mean, I wanted to, I was tired.

And before going home,
I brought you to the park.
You said it felt oddly familiar,
but I couldn't answer.
I made you go on the swings where you told me what you thought,
about the ride, the view, and the coffee and all the stores,
and it turns out you had a great time.
I did too.

Where I Sit.

I like the things you say
cause you make it all worth while,
even when I don't get it,
though I believe I'm getting a hold of it.
I walk and walk and walk and walk
and you still seem to manage to beat me,
5 miles at a time,
and I'm glad you won't say much other than that.

Get Off Your Couch, Come Over.

I heard she said she wanted a show,
so I'll muster up something along the lines of such.
I'll bring all my friends,
so it appears I have an audience,
and I'll find a few faux acts
and I'll do all this,
so she thinks your interesting.

For You.

I never mean to embarrass you,
it's just how the day plays out.
I continue on my way
as I see another bride,
and at a second glance,
you could've been that person this whole time,
and maybe we could've saved each other.
If I give it too much thought,
it makes everything click in place,
but I'd rather just continue with our meaning,
and walk past boats and stroll down the sales.
But I guess all I can say is thanks for the support.

It's Not A "Sorry", It's Just What Happens.

Maybe if things happened a bit different,
I'd still see you.
If you agreed to hear me out,
we would've never been at the floor.
After you walked away,
and I was left standing to watch you.
I could've sworn I'd been whole again.

My Good Bye To Yulan.

I hid on the trail,
while everyone else kept walking around.
I had seen everything there,
though I was being told otherwise.

I sat on the lake,
hoping it'd never be the last time.
After singing to the frozen fish I found,
I knew it wouldn't be right for me to come back.

"I walk here with him and talk about it"

You made me get in the car,
without asking.
I hate you for that.
I really do.
Though everything you do, seems to be right.
I can't take the poet from his house,
everyone was waiting; that wasn't fair.

I saw him in the window,
peering down.
But you heard a splash,
and swore up and down, he had died.

But I know,
that just as quick as we got back in the car,
it'd never be spoken of.

LIberatore.

Maybe I fought it too long,
it never felt right.
Living in a basement
underneath you.

If I heard it,
it wouldn'tve made it any less true,
thought I know you know
what you did.

Came downstairs
to say civil.
When I got up,
it almost felt unreal.

Headache.

Cause and effect
have been biting at my ankles
while I walk towards
the pathway,
taking steps,
one at a time.

I'd met the front room,
embraced it with each coming season.
But maybe, I thought more in the Fall.
Where the goldfish used to lay,
I can't remember how I thought it was right.

This Is Where I've Been Living.

I'll let me go,
if you could hold on,
let me go,
If we held on,
let me go,
let me go,
let me go,
I'dve let you go,
swimming free.

11/14/10

I could never begin to
bring in everything outside,
but from today,
I've to make an effort.

How dare we,
even speak.
And you moved in,
so quick, I couldn't see.

Have you seen the fall?
I know.
I finished a list,
like I swore you.

I made it clear.
I never could've cared.
Hollowed out by the foliage.

On Our Ways (Like Lions)

I've been outgrowing
the things we did,
and you can't help but
turn your head when you see me,
I can't regress.

I meant
to notice the things you did more
and tell you how it made me feel,
cause it did.

Though, maybe this is right,
and I'm not one to fight against
the reasons.

Maybe it hurts you,
when I get up and walk away.
It was never a blow to you.

11/12/10

I am content
while I spend what feels like the ocean,
just to sleep inside.
Better and better and better.
I've never welcomed an afternoon this quick.

To terms,
terminology,
plucking and keeping an even pace.
I've fallen down,
whilst singing to you.

My Life Is Dusk.

They said it was,
and I believed it.
I meant to keep you,
in pews, from the back of what I know.
And I held you down
and I stalked around,
in the most incoherent manner,
assuming the worst
and I bet that's why you left,
no I'm sure that's why you left.
But I'm fine,
I swear that I am fine,
dear God,
I am fine.

October Harvest (Beat Down)

Suppose we never met,
and I never knew
what it meant.
Suppose I wouldn't need
to be mended,
but I never give up.
Relentless in attempts.

I sat down by the wooden fence,
it just felt right.

But I never cried wolf,
it just came as it came

But I never felt like I was drowning.
I could've sworn
I was awake on the side of the tide.

But I am
constantly growing.
At the most unsatisfying rate.
I am growing.

The Fence, In Autumn.

I predicted the inevitable rainfall
as the show began to start.
And I felt the stares
that could've been the end, and swallowed me whole,
but I'm certain you didn't want me dead.

You must've whispered something soft,
as I fell to the floor and began to entomb the stage.

It never crossed my mind
that lightning could crack so hard,
to bring me back to our city,
and let me glimpse at the "what we knew"
as we bled into streets that
could've held us up.

Re: Point to Point

We walked
for what seemed like miles
asking each
if we felt it.

But I never thought
to ask what I really wondered.
It would end what I knew
and become what would engulf me.

Things That Die/Friends I Miss.

What do you do?
I count and hold my breath.
And when the sun sets,
and the temperature is just right,
I try to make out
everything you told me that day again and again,
I never heard such a story,
until you put it into my ears.

Yesterday Seemed Bad, Until I Was Told Otherwise.

Remember the day your umbrella
decided to take the day off?
You didn't give it a second thought,
you said it didn't deserve too much concern,
and I watched you walk.
Proud.
Rain hitting,
using all it's force to push you to the pavement,
but you didn't give it the time of day.
You said it didn't deserve too much concern.
You were just happy there was rain to begin with.

"No, no, people need you, you're wanted"

Keep your composure,
and don't make such a big deal.
It's happened to the best of us,
in the timing we never foresaw,
had we been caught off guard?

I remember the candle lights
and how I couldn't see anything that wouldn't make sense,
while we sat and talked,
it meant nothing more than a talk I suppose,
but when the candle burnt out
and we knew it was time to go,
it didn't mean we were proud.

RE: Caviar

Dance faster
let everyone know
just how damn much you need this.

It'll kill me when you falter
and fall to the ground.
You'd never be able to get back up
in a room this big,
where everyone you've ever known
is surrounding you,
and they've anticipated everything.

But defy whatever rules you were told
and return to October just to dance more.

It's Almost October And That Makes Me Ridiculously Happy.

I've never been more eager
to welcome you with the changing season.
With everything I've seen,
when geometry doesn't make sense,
and cars are crashing left and north-east,
walking dogs
and lifting up the vehicle.

The Vessel

I got asked
if I smelt fire,
while you put your
hands in your pockets
to reach for the gun.

And I promised,
soft like,
"our horizon makes no mistakes"
whilst lighting
the cigarette that held the promise.

And you leaned forward,
praying hard I wasn't
just like them.

And after all that,
you left town.
Said you had some things to figure out.

You got in the cab,
holding my hand through the window,
and make the same mistake as me,
lighting the promise up.

The Iron Fence (song on the EP)

And who'dve known
a house could make or break us?
Cause when all said,
it was nothing than said.
And I had left.

And I shipped you out,
just to carry out my end.
As I swept past,
anything that ever made sense.

When we fell,
like the rocks we threw,
it didn't mean a thing,
and it never would.
According to then and now.

And I kept still
underneath the ever falling sky
while you reported back what you thought of the moon.

Look, Left.

Saw everything I needed to see,
or what you wanted to show me
and I never minded one bit.
I still get caught when I stumble
and yawn against my sheets
knowing I'm content with whats put out
in front of me
and what the inevitable the morning shares with me.

As you walk towards the door,
feel something,
thats all I ask.
Good or bad,
feel something.

Steady Hold.

I can say the amount,
whole, totalled, collected, and shared,
meant so much more to me than I ever could remember.

I walked past ghost towns,
ignoring anything that moved to me
and holding out for some sort of being,
in hopes of meeting me halfway.

When it all falls forth,
and the tree fell to the ground,
I'd never go anywhere again,
but the stump.

Fishes and Beans.

I howl and speak as clear as I can,
while I sing towards you.
I never left phonecalls or threw rocks,
but I picked up what I though suited you and us.

Frozen water and the spring,
dresses and weather,
I never focused.
I never settled for less.

RE: Wedding Cake

I could never,
polish the shoes that would notice
you in the aisle.
I never meant
to feel and cause alarm to myself.

But as the pews fill,
and I keep still and quiet,
a worn face gives you the smile
that was only the reassurance
for you to continue on your way.

The Elephant and the Plight

I said what use do I have
for songs like these?
I threw them all away.

When I miss walking,
and counting rocks and sticks,
I had already crossed the street.
Though, we'd be better off alone.

RE: January 1979

I'd imagine you'd want some sort of payment,
that I could never give.
Which seems fitting,
coming from either of us.
Though, when you stopped short,
I remember being sent off from my seat
to 8 feet or less in front of you.

RE: Every Eisley Song Ever Written.

I'm completely at your feet.
I cried when I got out of the car.
It hit me,
like rain from a cloud or two.
I can never return
to what they know,
and I don't want
to go after this.

It's never been so difficult,
to actually say,
I feel something,
when I know when everythings done and done,
it won't change.

But, Does It Float?

That pond,
where all the turtles sit and watch,
was never really clean to begin with.
And all the grass,
that stays wet no matter the weather,
always ruins my shoes and gives you something to laugh at.

But then when I walk to your house,
I never feel strange.

Derrick Wood, On His Own Damn Terms.

I don't like being far from you.
I'd rather be responsible for screaming,
"fuck dancing all night."

I never noticed anything soft,
like you.
I could've sworn
you counteracted something that kept me Earthbound.

Sitting Watching The Storm With A Friend.

The window became my tv.
I watched the rain for a few years,
and each season come and go.
I can't recall blinking much.
I saw fall hit the town
like fists on their backs.

And in the summer,
when we walked through the town,
I realized how much I had grown.
But my hands kept to the ground,
and I never really said too much.

When I woke up one spring night in Boston,
I realized I was ok,
as I walked to the apartment building's front door
and made my way onto the sidewalks.
Love didn't suit me,
or any idea of such a thing.
I believed in the area,
the stupid arguements,
every time I coughed,
and the last day we were us.

Another One For Ilana.

I can only imagine,
to those who saw us that day,
assumed we were giants
with one foot following the other.

And at the train station,
I cried.
I tried not to.
You were right. I was leaving.
You were right.

When I promised things wouldn't change,
I was wrong.
I can say I tried, but I got wrapped up.
But I promised a bridge,
and it's the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
But I promised.

And you were in all the songs I heard.
You were a a portrait of something else,
and a girl who just knew what was what,
and I can't say you were nothing less than the midnight beach.

And after all my talk of it,
I'm finally on the moon.
I'm finally where I thought it'd all be ok.
I finally ran.
But I was wrong.
You were right.

The Movement Showroom.

I never minded that night.
I invited it all with me on my walk home.
We passed statues and cobblestones,
met all the light posts,
and continued on our way.
But I knew, the alarm would ring.

With the perfect day at rest,
and my shoulders, catching sleep,
I never felt more relieved to walk home.

LowerEastSide.

I can't imagine
a life where we didn't hide out in the city.
I constantly correct myself,
I know it's your home.
I know it's me who feels flattered
while you dance.

Oh, Hello Again.

I know it seems scary
to grow up, but I've never felt the time to be any better or this scenery to be any greener.

I say lets get to it before we die bitter beings.

Re: Falling In Love With Your

I can't tell you how it hurts,
when we walk towards the park again.
I never knew it.

And the song,
in the car caught me off guard.
It killed me,
knowing you were hearing it too.

But maybe it meant something too,
as we skipped rocks and told our jokes,
and as the ac kissed your neck and cheeks,
I couldn't help but realize,
it shouldn't matter.

It wouldn't make me feel any better.
And I could cry, I could.
Cause I never noticed how the winter hit you.

7/5/10

I had never cried so hard,
while I saw you.
Beaten to a pulp,
and I was pulled closer.
I ran the risk,
tough as nails,
and words could never make it up.

Now I'll walk home,
assume the worst
and call you in the morning.

I never heard, again.

RE: ADTR

These kinds of things
will haunt us
until we come up from the basement.
Until we hear it a bit more clearly,
but I don't think it'll matter.

I know we've fallen
and I've taken scars left and right
for these kind of things.

Yulan and The Date

we made our way to the creek,
just to figure it out.
Who was responsible for this?
And I headed down the path,
just the count your steps,
and I never noticed
you laughed at the mud you tracked.

You closed the screen door,
I believe it was something
along the lines of calling it a night,
but I'll never be certain.

How'd I end up in flames?
But I didn't mind.
I just sat at the dock.
Maybe you saw,
I'll never know.

I Can't Be With You, I Can Only Talk.

I've come to terms with the fact
I must go across some seas
and sing songs to people on the street.
I'd follow them until they knew
just how beautiful you are,
I promise.

They'd throw their 2 cents at me,
but I can only play
while being told what I ought to be.
I can't say I mind it much,
it's what I was meant to do.

RE: Song For Luna (It came too soon)

It was as if we never left the bed,
though I'm positive we were on the beach.
I heard the surf lean towards us,
but sucked back by the inevitable force of natural order.
And I heard them playing on the water,
they sang to us,
but it never mattered.

You left your hair down,
tossed to your side
and hoped I would join.

In his house,
I found myself.
Hidden under sheets, alone
but I became the one,
who would watch you,
no matter what you had done.

As you pulled in on your cigarette,
before finally coming back,
you were singing to the moonlight,
"who could ask for more?"



"People often don't have a reason for their fuck ups" -A really good friend

Goodbye, STAC.

I couldn't begin to fathom,
all the stories I'd have lost.
It would be fair,
had I kept cool and calm,
act like nothing had really happened.

Cabin fever would stop me from
getting the best of you,
but how dare I think such thoughts,
though,
I wouldn't have it any other way.

At the risk of running over
and over exposing you in the field,
I never looked left the same way,
but we never seemed happier.

After that night,
the fire died and somehow kept me warm,
even though you had left hours before.
I sat with your shell and made small talk.

As the band sped up,
I knew I had to leave.
The rest of you had left me too,
but I might of just left sooner,
had we ever noticed it was anything.

We never had the pressure,
and I assume we'll never need it.
But I've said what I've to say,
and I've still got long walks to have time to think.

Chapter 2: The Elephant Finds Closure.

I've fought with the beasts
that conquered my block,
made every crack in the pavement count,
and I checked off each item of the grocery list
that you left on the table for me to find.

I made your closet hollow
and boxed up your side of the bedroom.
With the old radio,
cobwebbed and dusty,
playing the album thats playing was inevitable today.

As I wasted time on the edge of the bed,
I counted how many times the door hit the wall.
It left a few hundred dents or so,
each one piling in to the last.
And at last, I met your shadow playing under the door
and I knew it'd be best if I let you take the blame.

93

I've come to grip
and leave what I've done.
I've never much cared for you,
though it had always been assumed.
I've never much cared for much,
but it had always been assumed.
I've never cared for the bugs that crawled on my shoes
or the leaves that tried to hide them,
I just always assumed I had.

92

When I messed up,
I made it worth their while.
And it didn't even matter,
I was so wrong,
I wrapped the living room with my hands.

I broke the floor for the last time.
We put up what we had
and I could only watch.
I wasn't allowed much.

And I messed up.
And so did you,
and your neighbor, and your parents.
I threw the bullets around,
but ultimately,
it was me. I held them all.
I held it in my hands some more.
I acknowledged what I'd done.
I messed up.

The House Within A House.

I've never been more upset,
I could complain for a month or so,
until our ears began to bleed.
There's no way to reduce it.

I've thrown rocks at the house,
set the porch ablaze,
cried out at the garage,
and broke my knuckles on every window.

The Old Man And The Violet Trees.

How many walls have you written on,
and for that matter,
how many times have you broken your wrist?
I've seen you lean against the surface,
bending it at angles that are far more complex than your message.

Why do you run to the docks?
Are you ashamed of what you've done?
I'm sure you know how dirty the water is,
and you're never greeted by anyone.
Had you asked,
I'dve come along,
even cast out my line and listen to you talk.

I prefer your wrist and diginity in tact.
I prefer your phonecall to be out of freewill,
and I hope when you hang up the line,
we never have to start this over again.

ThirteenneetrihT

We're covered in mud
that obscures our vision,
knees cuddling grass,
and apparently we fit on slides.

I bled,
I made a mess and took the blame.
I took the A-Train home
and kept calm.

I'm sure you found me
(I made a trail all the way back home)
and you showed me how to clean the apartment.

I never minded your lessons,
I always knew that you would follow me to bed after.

I Promise!

We made a splash,
that turned heads.
We watched the artist draw.
What it was, I'd never know.

After we left the apartment,
where the dog turned the corner
and the man who bought the paper every day,
5:56am.

It felt right to leave.

Re: Linoleum

I can't talk politics,
I'm always wrong.
I'm not crazy,
though I've been told different.
I love my life,
it makes perfect sense to me.

I'm content with sitting in an apartment,
I can think then.

I've been ridiculed for all the right reasons,
and I've always got nothing to add to conversations.
I never know where things are going,
but I try,
and of course,
I fail.

And I always do moderately well,
but I suppose I'm just trying to cheer myself up.

Summer.

I couldn't offer anything more
than what I had.
While spitting words
and causing grey hair,
we never gave up.
We never had a reason to.

RE: As Tall As Lions

The city sank to the sea,
and I didn't seem to mind.
I went on like it stayed afloat.

I never much cared for the experience
nor the stories it held.

It Kept Me Awake (at least).

What a night to stay awake!
I was handed over the counter,
perscriptions and causes.
All of which possible,
hardly probable.

What a wild world,
I read your song.
You wanted chords
and us,
all together.

Do you know where you're going?
Or us?
We've got business to attend to.

We wouldn't mind your coming along,
provided you carry your own luggage.
Our flight with Conrad,
so we can stand between the Earth and the sky.

The Fury

The city seems to breed
at every which angle.
With her hair hanging out of the window
and the story slowly being let down to the street.

While it reflected in a puddle,
it became written on Luna's face.
And what a shame,
she always had everything all her own.

But I never made it out,
and I anticipated such an ending.
And what a shame,
everyone needs someone to sing them to sleep.

The Factory That Made Us.

The glorious assembly lines
were always a guilty pleasure.
Strolling around to see my home and family.
We were passed around,
shown gratitude and tears,
and in the same instant,
we were shipped out.

We picked up calligraphy and cigarettes.
We marched to drums the size of a giant's fist.
We walked up abandoned streets,
made the best of the beat down and broken apartments
and started the cycle all over again.

I always wished to change the tradition,
but my backbone was never more than actual bones,
and my thoughts were nothing more than theirs.

Saturday Morning 9:52am

We've washed of color again.
Through the sea,
it pulled it all off (skin cell by skin cell),
and I'll never regret it.

We've been robbed
for our own good.

Recycled fingers and toes
in hopes of bettering ourselves.

I Never Had Time.

Momentum trapped on my back.
I've dealt with it all before.
I count the tunnels and what they've done.
I remember when I first met him,
he sat on the rocks that guarded the garden,
and he held him too.

He never gave his full story,
but I knew most everything one could.

I'll never know why he came to mind today,
and I don't know why it still hurts,
but it's something I've thrown aside.

He'd laugh.
Lean forward and back,
and it never made me nervous,
it was simply what he did.

I hated his falling.
Even now,
it's bullshit.
Stubborn and childish,
he'll always be the influence.

I always respected his introduction,
on the rocks the guarded the garden
and the boy in his lap,
and his right hand,
out stretched in hopes mine would do the same,
and it did.

Hero.

I aspire to be a sunset.
Catch people off guard,
perhaps ease their minds.

I know the tension of a day,
I know the science of waking up
and I'm well aware of the physics of falling asleep.
I'd like to save them.

Don't Take It The Wrong Way.

I like it when traffics a blur,
I like not knowing who's been.
It's something else.
I've taken note of the flowerbed,
but there's never much to discuss.

Aren't you tired?
Haven't you had enough?
There's no undertones,
I'm just curious?

You kill yourself,
you're some modern martyr.
You'll be dead before 18,
I promise.

When are you coming out?
I've been waiting forever.
Houses get old.
What about cars?
You've never seen these beaches.
We go at night and scream.


When are you coming out?
It's getting a bit ridiculous.
I don't get it.

Explore A Bike.

This is a risk,
to say the least,
but I think I love the sky.
I think it sounds alright,
to me.

I think I love the summer,
and I'm only now coming to terms with it.
It makes sense, though.

I think I love the night,
its comfortable.
It doesn't hug me,
and it doesn't reassure me.
It just lets me feel ok.

Where I Learned How To Grow Up.

I sat at the creek
that bled to the stream.
You always said it kept you sane.

I walked around
to the little make-shift waterfall.
The little pool of water made me sigh.

I walked back to the main pond.
It was still the same as we left it.
The catfish at opposing ends of the geese,
ducklings walking close,
water so dirty, you couldn't even see your face.

Why did we go here?
What made it so important?
I'm rather indifferent to it's being.

I'll walk back to the bleeding creek,
I won't find you here.
And I might be pushing past that,
but I've got new lines to break.

The Story of the Elephant pt. 1

We found the pachyderm,
he was heading for the town,
he was ready to tell them.

His story,
for what it was worth,
meant the world to us.
He took strides
and widened his eyes.
He burned our hearts
and candles.

We threw nets,
he spoke too real.
Upon display,
he refuses to speak.
Sitting in a corner,
with his back to us,
we've done wrong.

Realization.

I think we're made
to look at each other.
There's no life lessons,
no laws to uphold,
just raw beauty.

We're made
for each other.
We don't need words,
or cars or malls,
we need houses.

The Marvelous Month Of April (Welcome To Neighborhood, We Protect Our Kind)

It was the front page,
good news,
what a change.
You looked at your doorstep,
(I know it hurt to bend and reach)

I can't get over it.
They tell us we beat it to the ground,
but we stood tall,
and we fought like hell.

In our incoherent fits of rage,
we were one.
Though each person's words different than the last,
we stood tall.

I can't remember if we were right,
or if we just needed to breath.
I do know he fell in his seat,
his head must've weighed the most it's ever been.
I'm sure he knew he did wrong,
with his wife at his side.

He hid,
and no one said anything.
Maybe it was best he sat there and took it in.
He knew we were rising up and claiming all our dues,

Epiphany in English.

I've never had such a feeling
or desire
to drive up.
Today, it would make sense there.
I'd get lost,
I promise.

I never think past
the car's door closing,
or my foot on the accelorator.

I'd assume the way,
through memorable spots.

I'll finally find the house,
park and scan the rooms.
I'll walk to the shore and breath
in the fog and dew.
I'll walk a house over
(I can't tell you if they're love of hate my being there)

I'll never know,
and it'll pain me.

Storms in Yulan.

Meet me by the ferris wheel,
at least that's what I thought she said.
I could never get it right
for her sake, let alone mine.

We'd break shoe laces,
catch frogs,
point at fields,
cower at thunder,
argue for fun,
and sleep when a day was finished.

I taught what I assumed I knew.
It wasn't ever much.
Even today,
I've grown smaller in metaphors.

Tired.

We've been moving along nicely,
ever since we took our first breath.
By our first steps,
thats where I can find you.

I rest assured,
that while I count arithmatic,
you've got your head in the clouds.
I couldn't be happier.

I calculate each step,
make sure its in time.
But I try to leave everything to chance,
you told me to give it a whack.

Mike's Garden.

Oh, look at me.
I've done it again.
Look at me,
I've resisted temptation,
I've done it again.

Look at me,
I've done too much.
Look at me,
I've kicked flowers.

A Wild, Passionate Form.

Death becomes her:
it takes her by the hand,
and leads her home.
She never had a chance,
no one would.

Death became her:
it hurt.
She cried and begged.
Scratches on it's back,
tears on her chin.

Death before her:
Kneeling in a soft elegance,
it took whatever was left.
It felt no remorse,
it only felt right.

Believe In Something, Dammit.

Obey?
That's bullshit.
Learn?
What's the price?
Give give and give,
you've got obligations.

I know you better.
You've got peers and
your tortured mind.

But I can't get mad,
you're an artist.

Infinity

Nobody likes a showoff.
I'll never know what you did,
but I've heard an earful.
Dreaming of machines,
their turns and noises.

Why aren't you content with now?
This day,
5 days down, won't mean anything.
But 5 days foward, it'll hit you.

Lean into something new,
congratulate yourself.
You can do better, though.
I've seen you happier.
Stop wandering.

A Poem For Ginsberg.

Was there anything left to see?
I caught you,
looking outside.
Did you get to take in the garden?
Did you see the vegetables and plants?

I didn't stride down aisles,
I didn't confront past poets,
I didn't follow a noble man,
I just planted what I had.

But had I done so,
I'd have screamed as I held the dictionary.
I'd have seen nothing as beautiful as he.

I ingested the chops,
I have no time for the price,
and I've loved and dreamed before.

You, my dear sir,
You've loved me all these years,
I've protected your ideals and name.
(I was asked about names today, they've nothing compared to yours)
I planted my garden
in hopes your apparition
could make it's way over around August.
I hoped for the best, but all to no avail.

Will you ever stop by?
You could teach by the shed,
it could be nice.
It's no L.A.,
but hell, summer nights here are something else.

When We Collide, It'll Mean More.

We're forever floating.
Above cities and friends,
burn-outs and the car crashes.
We reside in altitudes.
We hide out in sheep.

We'll never know
and neither will you.

We die to fall,
hit a surface,
scrape our knees,
brush it off,
and go to work.

We'll start with the grass.

Where The Summerhouse Once Stood.

Out of curiosity,
you'll say,
who made the Earth?
Who made me?
Do they control me now
or just then?

I've no answers
for such things.
I've no anything for that matter.

And for that,
you'll fight me,
tooth and nail.
I've got no better options,
so I'll accept.

You'll grit your teeth
spit out sentences and facts.
It won't be worth your time.
Before you know it,
we'll be in Minnesota, I promise.

Then you can blame me.

The Space Concept.

It's about dawn,
I'd imagine.
The sun came up.
Will it matter?
Will I see you again?
Are you coming back?
I know I act like it won't matter
but it does.
It does.

I'll lay on the sidewalk
and look up.
I imagine you
above me.
You look beautiful,
but you're too far.

I can't imagine you any closer.
It's like that song,
with the ground and Tom.
It's too bad the city lights
haven't hit you yet.
You look beautiful.

Are you coming back?
I'll lay on the sidewalk,
I promise nothing will change.
We'll look beautiful again.
I won't have to imagine,
I won't have to do much,
I'll just have to lay.

Ryans A Sailor (part 2)

Get ready to feel something,
as you head back to the ocean.
I promised it meant nothing,
though everyone saw it differently.

As we met the shoreline,
they took 2 steps back.

I took my seat
in front of the tide.
I couldn't tell if they had gone,
but if they saw,
they'd see the boy
who couldn't tell if it started raining.

It swore vengeance
when my photographs washed up.
The bleak opacity
and countless exposures,
I've been let down.

But this girl has told my story
too many times for it to be true,
and maybe it's lost it's meaning,
but she knew it better than me.

With your bullets flying towards our car
you've cornered yourself,
and it's too damn predictable.

When at last,
my chest will bleed,
and I pull the chords that connected me to you,
and I've got nothing to show for much.

Warriors

Today really hurt.
What about him?
That was a selfish trip,
through yourself,
you're all you have to blame.

But if it makes a difference,
we did just fine.
We went together,
we did just fine.

We didn't stop on your account.
We did it for him.
You had no say.

But if it makes a difference,
we did just fine.

This Is For Germ, He's Doing Good.

What shadows compare
against fences?
"Congregate," they'd say.
Try to give a look.
Take it all in stride.

You can't help the oncoming storm
fight your sunday,
cast down the few,
gather up,
and in the same day,
leave.
That is beyond you.
That is beyond I.
Beyond everything we've ever done.

Get your stitches,
and feed the like minded,
help the rest carry on.
Remember our story for roads to come.

Sun Bleached? No, She's A Redhead.

She's a bloomer,
I couldn't be prouder.
As if I had a part
in her finding ground.
But I've done no such.

She wrote the rain
and then back to me.
She leaves books in fields
and pushes past the haze,
gets in the door
where she's hit, I'll never know.

Asleep on the bench,
I've been found.
We gather up the ash
to throw it all back.
It was never ours in the first place.

She'll realize it's beyond her hands.
She'll do fine too,
she'll know she's doing justice.
She'll know she's doing just fine.

Bike Rides with Myself

We like bike rides through walking trails,
where water waits
and the surrounding branches
make the most of everything.

Head past the rotted log.
Past symphonies and cities.
Thank god you've got endurance.

187 If By Air

There's so much to remember,
when facing West.
Make it worth your while.
I've held my end of the bargain,
haven't I?

Turn your back
and stare at the sun.
Walk away,
it's all expected at this point.

It's painful though,
cause of us.
Cause of history.
All apart of something,
I assumed.
I've been wrong.

I've put myself down,
as if to make it ok.
But you don't know,
so it wouldn't matter anyway.

You're were right,
maybe it's not worth it.

22 AMC

I've become prone to
admitting my infatuations.
I hate it,
it hurts when the sidewalk doesn't answer.

I hate the tent in the backyard,
who are they trying to fool?
I hate the stories they tell
about their day and what it entailed.

I keep moving on,
but they can't reach,
and I look back,
believe me, I do,
but how long can I stay here?

There's no fun anymore,
especially when I know
I'm welcome back at any time.

It aches and I sigh.
I force it away and laugh.
I told you I would stay,
everytime I make for the door.

Hitting keys softer,
a build up,
to a crescendo when at last,
I've said everything I've had to.

I guess you didn't want to hear it,
and I didn't want to say it.

RE: The District Sleeps Alone Tonight

Lights on the floor,
illuminating cracks and age.
I've made everything here perfect.

Who I am,
what I've done,
won't matter until you see this.

Asleep under the light post,
I've found a new home
I've gotten a bed in Terra.

I never did much right,
not that I mind that.

The Circle Chronicles

It's night time
outside your house.
I couldn't help but stare.

I imagined you,
cozy and comfortable,
but had I been inside,
you would've felt better.
I'd watch the moon move
and count how many times you'd toss.

I'd put us on display,
to exemplify the perfection.
Maybe they'd find room on the floor,
I wouldn't mind.
It'd be really nice.

The Songs I Hear

I don't ever think I've cried that hard.
You really made me think,
thank you.

It hurts like hell,
it really does.
Even now I fight them back.
It's not fair,
that this world is so beautiful.
The songs I hear seem to bring me to my knees.
While she fights with robots
and explains herself with every swift blow.

But maybe they were right,
about sleeping alone
and just visiting.

Re: What's The Use Of Wonderin?

What's the use of writing,
when there's nothing left to say?
When the days almost gone
and you've been led astray from all
that inhabits you and your promise of God,
you've got priorities, kid.

What happened to Spring and the island?
What happened to staying young?
What happened to us?

Call me jaded,
I think I'm not.
But a songs a song,
take your morals and your values,
but a song will be a song,
cry and cry, laugh and hide,
you've got things to keep
and recipies to share,
and I hope you'll always know,
a song will always be a song.

Show and Tell: My Dad's Trip To Space

We dressed our wounds and took off.
We anticipated our landing,
the potential crash,
the downfall of it.

They all walked,
I could only watch.

Terrified at the window,
I had never been happier.
When they turned around
they forced some tears.

I looked back at home,
felt a feeling I'd never felt before.
It was alright,
nothing special.
Nothing like this.
I don't see a reason to go back,
we had everything we needed.

Lake Bodeen (I Believe) Is REALLY Deep Towards The Middle

My life is pushing up daisys.
I'm made to be undone,
eventually.
Maybe fond memories, and some papers.

I was created to be removed.
I'll "take" what I've learned,
and sleep.

I imagine I'll travel Europe,
I'll find myself.
Rent a car and watch eggs hatch.
Trace my history,
meet some family,
tell them the news.

I've been made to die.
It'll be a hassle,
I promise.
You'll mourn and move on,
it's part of the process.

You'll travel across the lake,
and remeber where they learned to swim.

Front and Center

Point me to your leader.
The one who takes the blame,
on account of his absence.
The one who you go crawling to.
The one left you all the rules,
yet you've not followed.

The one who has corrupted the youth.
Who's gender was decided by you.
The one who came back
after he left.

God Avoids Boston

Posted photos
on the building's side.
Hoping God or someone would see.
They watched from the window,
maybe he'd come if no one was there.

It was unexpected.
They waited for days.
No one looked at their work.

The sun would set
and the sun would rise.
He had business in Sacramento,
I heard.

He had other priorites.
He had other problems to solve.

Re: For Emma (Forever Ago)

Everyone needs you.
At least that's how it always seems.
"Forgo the parable"
she sang,
"My knees are cold" I'd refute.

You knew the chords,
that could bring me on a ground.
I fell to the field,
still, she played.
The piano hurt.

The Thinker

Maybe she was just looking,
there didn't have to be anything behind it.
There was a bird off near the jetty,
that had to be it.

But maybe she knew I saw her.

Maybe she knew I would be there too.
Maybe I should've said something.
Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

She could've come home,
and when she woke up,
I'd be there, coffee in hand.
I'd have to tell her about my dream that night,
she'd love to hear she was in it.
She was in it.
Maybe she'd like that,
maybe she'd like knowing I think about her.
Maybe we could do this every morning.
Make a thing of it.

Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

But she's happy now,
right?
I've professed what I've to say.
At least to myself.

She'll turn around,
find him sneaking up on her.
They'll kiss.
Maybe I'll walk home now.

Sid's Creedo

I guess when
it comes down to it,
you just have to follow you.

Walk.

Pass railroads and soldiers,
birds and inhabitants.
Weeds and dandelions,
stories and memories.

Keep it all alive.
Let die what can not live.
Let x=y
and follow yourself.

Ailment.

They don't know what they do,
when the roam around the Earth.
Staying up at all hours of the night.
They meet under the tree,
they talk about their day.

They eventually leave,
but not when asked.

They've made a habit out of it.

Memories Depend on Fault

Kneel before the city,
it gave you everything you required.
You forgot about your upbringing
and gravity.

You fled the waters
and rested at the park bench.
You weren't satisfied.
You wanted more.

Hell,
even you couldn't pull have the world.

Yes We Do.

I guess one could
call it powerful.
Lethal in dosage,
gaining dosages.

Hands holding the top
to the Earth.

It matters.
Don't tell yourself
it's a thing of the past.

When This World Doesn't See You Any Other Way

A suspected foot
stomps the ground.
Reassurance and uplifted,
I suppose it's called confidence.

Watch me
take the sun down
and hold it close.

Selfish in canvas
walking down the block.

You Look Too Rough.

Carpe Diem
to the crows who attack your fields.
You've given yourself too many bloody noses,
stressed too much,
thought too little.

Deja entendu,
it's almost a curse.

D.I.Y. screamed my daughter,
she always knew me.

Stop Saying "LOL"

It was like he never left.
There were talks
of their defeating dragons.
They never seemed to care,
But I've been wrong before.

Michael And Anthony Have It Out For Eachother

Take to the hills!
Vengeance is coming!

We move to space.
We forget the progress we've made.
We drop everything.
We move on.

Some stayed,
I guess I don't blame them.
My brothers threw limbs,
I watched ascending to an abyss.

It seemed like a good idea.

It's Got ATree In Front, That's A Start.

Patterns in the carpet,
the front room is closed off.
Everyone's asleep.
It's the only time,
I can find a smile on the house.

Maybe it's seen the worst of people,
maybe it's just run down
with a fresh coat of paint.

Who am I to judge
where they grew up?

My Legs Shake

I guess you don't love the songs,
you just like the way you felt.
You never had any doubts of;
I'm sorry, I'm calling you out.

You'd clap your hands
and stomp your feet,
claim you felt something.
It was deep,
we all noticed your voice.

Your first day of school,
and we were right there.
You showed everyone the songs,
they laughed.

Ryans A Sailor

we play in 3/4 time
as we come out of the wall.
I swear I've seen this once before.
You with your pistol
pointed at the accused.
Were you right at least?
Before your finger did your worst,
were you right?

Wash off any recollection
and call it a day.

Her face is new again,
are you sure it was right?
Louder, please.
And let my silhouette slowly hide the trigger and my finger.

Re: Falling In Love With Your Best Friend

New homes.
Green lawns and cloned construction.
Tigers and sunglasses to compliment
whatever you please.

I kept the radio
next to the lawn chair,
it reminded me-
that I've fallen in deep.

You went away,
but I stayed by Michigan,
killed the radio,
when you walked to the door.

There's way too much work to take care of,
you'd just add hurt,
or some variation.

I Am Not An Artist, I'm Hardly Human.

Witchcraft aided them
to embrace on the water,
but they'd both end up broken
and washed ashore,
along with the other contents gobbled up by the ocean's swell.

Wolves would follow,
worried faces and fond memories.
They'd call it a tragedy,
but there was no avoiding it.

HommaCommaBLDG

Bess,
I called last night.
D'you get my message?

Bess?
Hello?
You there?
I called, Bess.
Well I hope nothing but the best for you, Bess.

D'you get my message, Bess?

The Air Is Exploding, Watch(out)!

The impossibly foggy tree,
diligent in its growth.
Each branch steaming outwards
only to fall prey to October.

People have made nests here.
They've left a mess;
"those that will judge you will say you're aloof"-
of course they would,
you'd have replied before I've said a word.

Past all the thaw,
growing to sky,
April will give you
a well deserved second chance.

You're an endless story,
barely past chapter one.
You're born of paragraphs-

-Imagination played no part.

Morning Light in the County

I've explored motion,
much to my demise.
I've heard of it's doings,
and passed on it's teachings.

I was warned too!
I was told of what [good] would happen.
though I'll never be sure why.
I was warned.

Houston's green sunset is quite the lull,
and you've grown on me,
I swear.

The More I Learn.

The old barn never seemed to rot,
at least not when I was around.
The birds kept nests,
the wood kept cracking.

The fog would ignore it,
while a train came in.
I never stayed long.
Always off.
I've places to go
and things to address.

I belive that's how I met you,
under rain and siege.

untitled.

The sea and the volcano.
I've spent my time there.
Roaring at the sun,
and telling stories to the cardinals.

The wildlandscape could cause pain,
I suppose.
But at 7:02, it seems just right.
No later,
no earlier.
Just 7:02.

The Walker

I'm not dead,
I promise.
I've just been floating.

I'm hardly charged.
I'm just about close to the celebration.
I'm crossing the town line.
I'm coming closer,
without a plan.

I'll keep telling myself,
"gotta move, gotta get out."

Light in day 142

You set the exposure,
and let the flash swallow the chair.
You disregarded the sun
and whatever natural light came in.
That's a bit rude.

But from here,
it needed a frame to me.
It's the only way you can justify your actions.

Next you'll say the sky is water.
You'll try sailing,
won't you?
You'll try it?
But you'll side with your flash.
Swearing by all it has to "show you".
You're missing what doesn't need light.

You're gonna miss how the light gets in day 142.

Day # 20's or 30's?

I've been at it all night.
It doesn't even deserve my attention,
I promised.
Is it wrong?
It even spoke to me.
I promised.
It even spoke.
I supposed it deserved something of my time.

Shaw Street (Another Point of View)

A helping hand,
for your escape.
Surrounded by uncertanties,
you fled to the lavender sea.
Passing the quiet stream,
you rethought some things,
you stopped by the bridge.
You slept. I saw it.
Just like on your fire escape,
you slept.
"Hide me" you'd say.
As you walked pass the light house,
but you were already hidden.

I've been meaning to write you,
but it seems no one believes your address.

Some desserted island, somewhere.

My Side

What was I expecting?
Some profound landscape?
All I found were apartments;
kids playing on broken sidewalks.
What a shame.

Someone should stop it, no?
The yard and their hopes.
I saw her childhood.

I didn't like it.

I expect too much.
I don't like it.

Maybe her bedside will give me reassurance.

Over and Over and Over and Over and Over.

I suppose you're on to something.
I'm leaving,
don't you know that?
I'm sure it doesn't phase anyone.
It's a shame,
I could've done more with the time.
I didn't have to do the things I've done.

Don't be sad anymore.
There's no reason for it.
Don't you know you've got a power?
It's all in your hands.
Please don't be sad anymore.
You can change it.

I believe in you,
does that help?
I suppose it's cliche to say.
But it's the truth,
you've better things to capture while you're here,
I promise.

Please don't be sad anymore.

30 Dumb Inventions

What compelled you,
to leave the light on all night?
We could be spotted through the fog,
then what?

Our little house would act as a guide.
Then what?

I suppose
you could throw the car in drive,
and see what happens.

Chasing birds and pollutants,
you've become obsessed with movements.

You Could Be So Many Things.

I want to go home,
but I haven't found it yet.
I'm sure it lies somewhere South.
I'm a product of labor and lies.

I'm supposed to know
all there is to be known,
and I know that there's more to hear.
I suppose I'm ready to hear it.

A choir will come upon me
and let me know,
that I'm not done.
I've more to.

I suggest I've 5 more years,
until I've all the answers.

Sentido Zona Norte (if we're lucky enough of course)

The hard life we lead,
with feet dragging
and weighted shoulders and tales.
We counted sheep on escalators.
Of course we counted in time,
but did it mean we'd fall lul faster?

I suppose we're all just dust.
Sand holds more importance,
than what we've to say.

The Next Church By The Sea

Yellow.
Lomo London and a bird--
[mid flight] and power lines.

Lets explore and find
which planet makes us comfortable.
Avoiding the infested consolations.
Take some steps, and finally breath.

Trains and marriage.
Your silhouette says it all.

Times Up For The West Pier

We were made from lightening.
Hid our faces from the familiar branches,
we were too embarrassed.
Call it science fiction,
but we'll call it adolescence.

Now,
while fixing our glasses,
we walked on sand.

2 Poems

So will watching the ending of Carousel today, I was inspired to write on my own, no found poetry. I wrote 2 small poems that are both about the same thing, and I suppose flow together well, but I prefer them separate.

The Heart: A Nautical Show

I only think about it,
when the stars allow me,
and the weather-
written all over walls.

This isn't right.

This poem is a response to a poem I wrote about a year ago now, and I remember it quite well. It's still the same topic, and it even references the poem.

Spring (Year Two)

When I have to
write it all out,
the moon comes to
reassure me,
though I'm not sure
the words mean a thing now.

Gavin's Changing Face

The past is a blur,
at least to these boots.
We keep counting days
and made a trail towards
december mist.

We hit are bikes on the city
near the sunset steeple.
It felt right.
We had to scream,
it felt right.

From a second story,
the sunlight is a painting.
Giants in the fog,
and my backyard in Venice...

Make yourself at home,
it's all you can do.

Designs of Delivery

He'd hold her
while she slept,
she'd never know.
He'd kiss her in hopes
her dreams would kiss her too.

He supposed what he felt
was something childish,
but maybe on some other level,
it was something more.

Yeah, I'm sure it's something more.

Practice Day a Poem

We meant nothing by it
we shook hands,
that was that.

I was certain that I cried,
blurring my vision.
I watched you walk on and on,
constantly reassuring myself.

You were right.
It hurt like hell
and kept me up all night.
You were right.

Pavement Loop on the Behance Network

Books!
Brilliant stacks!
Endless pages!
Depictions and pronouns!
Prose and motifs!

One stretched out sweater
to accompany a lamp.
Glasses and my unlimited fixations.

Why hide?
When with you,
I can turn around.
I can give birth to the idea
the lead to my reciting.

But what we do is secret
(saving 55 people) at a time.
Brought bikes to cut our knees,
Our fingers break the inevitable fall.

The physics behind a punch,
the punch behind physics.

Day 7 or 6

Tell Madison it was all necessary.
Her flat never told anyone.
It kept her secrets,
Along with keeping her.
It anticipated her arrival
And the flowers that would join her.

Tell Alexandria that I could've.
I was busy with big sky reflections,
She should've seen the sand.

A guess we should have;
I found the quiet place in the country,
Letting out smoke.
Shouting threats to the passer bys.

Freeman, Montana.

"Throw on your sunday's best
and make me proud."

It seemed to flow
from her palm
and fingertips.
Reciting it as though it were-

Brothers bucking
and sacrificial cars,
mothers in the streets
and the heart's third chamber.
Parallels and verticals.

Vertigo.

But does it float?

I'm awake still, don't say goodnight.

Life on their backs
and warm greetings via hand.
Body warm and blue,
lips as red as stone.
The sheep that flocks,
to the wolf that never strays.

Sleeping bags and glazed eyes.
She'll turn away from a bleeding gun

You used to be alright. What happened?

Paved

Reasons for why I'm returning.
Reasons why I left.
I blame it on a path.
I blame it on logic.
I blame it on my shoes.
I blame it on the gun
that pulled an unforgiving trigger.
I blame it on birds.
I blame it on the ocean.
I blame it on little kids.
I blame it on my mother.
I blame it on my friends,
they knew best.

I guess I blame me.

Spalt and the shallow

We've jumped ahead
too many times.
With forced hands
and a story.

We saw them,
it had to be night,
they were
(in no specific order)
the moon and all it's inhabitants.

We watched them raise their young,
only to watch them die.
We mourned with them.

But atmospheric pressure
and combustion came upon us.
We would implode
and our words would then mean nothing.

But Most Delicate

They expected bones,
what was I to say?
A long time looking for this,
we've kept it in tact.

Cities were left in red
Your bed made
with fists and fire,
letting my back
keep your battle front company.

A whole world of towns.
Where you can retire your war.
Send off your eyes.
Graffiti on your posts;
illumination of them and their diseases.
Warped and coddled.
Goodnight.

Drink Alone Tonight Kate.

We laid crayons across the floor
while the band struck chords and hummed verses.
Delicate melodies and sincere lullabies.

Narwhals and bones
explorers and masts
the faulty plan
that led me to you.

What happened, though?
A grimace man,
shadows and foreplay;
cigarette between your fingers,
faceless.

She was beautiful,
or at least met expectations.
Flowers and hair.
They've always had their eyes.
She never argued.

She danced,
that he knew.

Knee Caps.

He was nine.
60 story buildings made it official.
They told his tale.
Rogue and post,
labels and vacations.

The Kingdom.

I met you on a beach.
sat in the sand;
the crashing of the spaceship.
Peterson pelted New York
while kin seek to drop his notorious name.

You sped it up,
I swore you were a world.
I set sail 48 times that day.
Led you astray;
You wore the rain on your sleeve.
Surrounded you,
absinthe after dinner.
Typography and the bandit,
warm winters and colder evenings.

It wouldn't kill you
to read the sign.