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.