Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Love is Sure and Real

Love comes back to you
it is never in vain

Riches are gone
Only family remain

Held
in the blood of our arms

I am feeling that unknown thing
at the same time as you

A blinking heart that remembers bleeding

I am seeing you
wanting to be held in your arms

You introduce yourself to me
and it is not in vain


Friday, April 19, 2013

There Will Be Flowers

It just occurred to me that my nightmare of Armageddon
 isn't about something that is about to happen

It is about things that have already happened
 

Tornadoes, hail storms, and the fear
Bodies of water that rise up out of themselves
Firebombs and frantic markets with frantic people
Piles of bones, helicopters, and that one dream
 where I was given the golden beret
 and I knew I had to fly away
So I did

 and the next day I started practicing lucid dreaming

I have been torn open
That wound will never heal
It may as well be worth everything

So every day I wonder
 who am I to call for love
What right do I have to ask for so much

And then I think
 how high do we wish to rise
I want to take us there

Love calls on me and I worry
 if it is raining because I am lonely
Are the dark clouds in my mind only

And the you in my heart says
 it is raining because there was sunshine
And that's just the way it is

I wonder
 who are you
This is your reply

I am you
 the sun and the rain and the clouds dark and vibrant
 loneliness and uneasiness and humility and questions
 fulfillment and miracles and acceptance and belief
 poetry
 profanity
 man and woman in every form
 without end or beginning
I am you

All that you see
All that you wish to see
The layers of the earth
The infinity of the sky
Curve of your cheek
Flash of your camera
All things known and unknown

I am you

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Guilt, Love, and Redirection

I have been collecting all of these secret poems
and I bought myself some fancy perfume
I think it is because I want to be with you

You may or may not know who you are to me
and I just get so dreamy and confused
You should let me know if it is you

I think that would make things easy

Yesterday I stayed in bed until 6:30 in the afternoon
I was busy beating myself up for doing the right thing
Yesterday I consoled myself with the dusky sunshine

You should forgive me for being me

If nothing else, just stay away forever
Yes, if you are deeply rooted in reality
If this doesn't make sense to you

I think you should stay away from me

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

SWF

I am not perfect

I am not going to be a doctor
but I can make you feel better

Law school is not in my future
but I have raised the bar of what is right
That is what I am fighting for

Who knows if I'll ever be famous
but if someone tells you they know me
take it with a grain of salt
Unless they say they love me too

If I am notorious for anything
it is for being flaky
but I have been working on that for a long time
I am much better now
You can count on me

I keep a very clean apartment
but I rarely wash my face before bed
I floss all of the time
but don't like to brush my teeth before I go to sleep
I pretty much have my shit together
I'm just really lonely and I miss you










Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Bury Me In a Wooden Box and Be Glad For Me

I am going to ease into this exceptionally naturally
question every beautiful person that I ever meet
I will say to them,
I will say to you,

"Do you know? Have you ever felt like me?"

They will nod and they will agree
or otherwise act like they do not hear me

But in my wooden box I will be glad for me
because we are all dying to be
as happy as that girl they met in the bakery

I met her once too
She was singing to you
She was singing to me
She was completely sincere when she invited you to be we





Monday, April 1, 2013

Archery/Conjunctions

The archer of the sky has been steadying his aim for years
It's a shame...really
the way his arrow hit the ground with a soft thud

But

Maybe he was aiming for the ground that whole time
Maybe it's important that I pretended he released the arrow
Maybe the point was letting the arrow go

And

If I were the archer I would want to be my arrow
and if I were the arrow I would want you to be my bow
and I would want to be let go

Because


If I were in flight I would never want to land anywhere
much less care or know that I would eventually find a resting home
somewhere in the soft ground








April's Fool is May's Wiseman


I am washing my sheets again
Staring at the bed I sleep in
I am the only one who knows its secrets

The chemist knows that he sometimes found me
tangled in my headphones
unresponsive and in full dress
Come morning he would voice his distress
 Really, I think he was most concerned
that he didn't get to have sex

The kid fresh out of college and straight into rehab
took me for a ride in his car
and made me watch him smoke opium
His polite upbringing asked me if I wanted some
 Of course, I refused
 I only wanted him

I washed my sheets and made my bed

I am telling everyone my secrets