who are you kidding?
when you pretend to be sleeping
when you are not even home
song turns to speech
turns to talk
turns to drone
i swear i can be happy
if i could just see it right
i can't bear to watch
you do what you do
to make like its day
with a flashlight in the night

Thanks Lynds

so often i forget what it is we are doing
get lost in sitting on the rug
in dancing with nitsle
my sister watching
in work and school avoiding
i lull about between these happenings
to find i am pulled under my time
i forget my body
and scramble for anything but here underneath
the present
i am crushed and gasping for a future
where i am warm and happy and nostalgic about this winter
but somehow we find quiet in the coffee shop
drop all ear ringing drone thoughts about
what am i doing
watch you plan out paintings
hear you paint them
the art you sing out with your eyes
i find quiet to hear it

Umm. Hello

here's a little something from the other day....


heartea

don't get me started
my will weakly screams
feeling heavy and beached
in the wrong element it seems

the fire in my head
hates the water in my heart
its flames whip blindly at
the horse before the cart

I am relentless, impatient
I am rooted in time
the depth in my chest,
not even waiting
is-
eternally rooted and kind

still,
we are mangled in wheel spokes
splintered and bound
the fire is cackling
at the kindling its found

what can we do
to silence the creep
bathe it with mercy
'til it's properly steeped