Holding Time

Were you there in the woods
Rolling your ankle over rotten crab apples
Can you hear the water break
And the branches fall.
Were you watching as I slipped
my foot from rock to rock
And as a snake eased by,
The mouse walked away.
Getting bitten, being mauled
Laughing very softly
As to not tremble
Each moment to the next.
Holding time.

Finger Print Pop

You think about it
Yes you do
A one two three
A one two two
And faded are the finger prints
you left on my window
the day you tapped in
the day you felt single
alone like ice
melting in a stew
so pointless, and meaningless
yet there's still something to do
so chew and churn
and bubble then pop
wipe the rain off your fingers
their the dusk from your top
are you faded to the point
that your fingers hold no print
that you can't remember
just where you left them.

Take the wrong turn

Life is easier unthought.
I tramped up the stairs flew myself into bed
I thought, I can't sleep
I could catch a plane.
I could be somewhere, sometime,
somehow along the well.
The best life lived is the one unplanned
the one that doesn't make sense, that feels like
sand in your shoes.

My face is in the ocean
there are dogs in a distance
you hear the ocean chorusing
what will happen.
it feels apart of life
as much as I could feel apart of anything
there in the sand, with the dogs, and it's ocean
opening wide to swallow us whole
to take us away, shed our skin and live again
on the account of reality
we faulter
we create our own dreams
we live our own adventures
not one wrong turn, not one foresight
will lead to where we need to be
it's the adventure, the parel
like catching a butterfly in a migration of them
it's happened. in a milk container
on a field when i was 6
they passed through us children all laughing butterflies
swirling past orange and black just to tease us
of a world we might never know.
take the wrong turn

A line made of wood

Wherever you are

Where I am

There's a line made of wood

That connects us

From one end of the bridge

To the other.

The water in between

Makes no difference

If we've already become

Who we never wanted to be.

From the ashes of who cares

And when the curtain falls
There's dust on the stage
I'll lay my body down
I will forget my name
From the ashes of who cares
To the cinders of all i want
there lies a torch, a cage
of being the one to haunt.
It all.

Rushing through my words

Here comes the sun
And I'm fighting through this rage
The pavements passing faster
The grass is in a green rage
And I'm falling out of winds
I'm rushing through my words
And the things I want forgiven
Were just given to the birds
Count once, count twice,
Then let them all ride
I met the street car where the city
Just went ahead and died.

The Ghosts Through Broken Doors

When you get lonely
You read me like a book
We are the ghosts
Through broken doors
I walked through where we were
Only in my head
Was I ever worth more
Than what I was to you
Just dying in the night
On sidewalks and guillotines
Pretend I'm alright
I can count the words
I didn't want to say
I meant them in my head
The basement of my brain.

I'm going to put you on your feet

My toes are skimming tulips

My feet are brushing roses

My knees are bent in silence

I'm no where near the dirt

And I'm carrying you with me

I'm bringing you down this hill

I'm going to put you on your feet

Leave you to your will

Air is rushing by my face

I'm falling fast, holding song

You doubt yourself,

Your hurt yourself

Say it once, make it strong

Hallow

Secrets lie
Between the cracks of the pavement
Humming and rumbling by
Like the subway below
Letting you know
That they exist
Keeping it quiet
Until moments where
Shadows can be seen
And it all takes shape
Unravelling, one-term
Leading questions
Into the night
Like the gloom that hung
Above your bed
Like some sort of hallow
Fit for someone long past dead

They might not denote anyway

You can see it coming

The headlights fade

And what once was white

Now turns a red shade

I'm haunted in the night

The finger prints are on the window

I'm holding my breath until

I figure out what's right

From white to red to blue

I turn a pallor of tan

I'm writing messages in the fog

I'm burying my rocks in the sand

Though these messages might reach you

They might not denote anyway

Their intention is to beseech you

And ask that you let me go my way

The Girl Caught Up In The Air

All the phrases I thought I'd remember
And opted not to write down.
Have turned into blurry lines
That crawl through my brain
So mindless, absorbent
I will never remember
Them again, like feelings lost
On some subway somewhere
You can lie to yourself
Long enough to justify
Who you are and what you
Wanted to be
The boy falling out of the tree
The girl caught up in the air
Amicably settling in the marrow
Of the earth
Of sound.

Nerve

Watch the fingers grow

As they are labeled one by one

Hands mirroring hands

Cast by the shadow of the sun

Follow the lined paper

To the cracks made by the pen

Trace the worlds the erasers

Have taken
Every line on your hand
Your knuckle and curve
To polish the outright
Disposition of your nerve.

Rusted Bullets

He draws his hand
Along his holster
The gun that rots inside.
The sun is melting hurricanes
And the shade offers no relief.
Amped are the roads
Lifting left,
Lifting right.
And one falls behind
The other catches chance.
She fails.
The gun rots
Her bullets rust.
Entitled to believe
What one should hope to.

And laugh.

Barreling towards it all.

I will.

I will find you 

And you will find me

I will forget where you came from

Or who you were.

Because you are now. You are here.

I will do what I can 

To make you happy.

Because you make me happy 

And laugh.

I will pull the covers over 

When you are tired

Or you can crawl in.

Invariably. 

I will love you like my own, 

I will love you like I'm yours.

A Situation

Didn't need to be
A situation
Didn't have to see
Anything through
Didn't want to change
The lies you were hearing
Didn't want it to be
Untrue
Can't hold on
If you can let it win
Can't let go
If you can't give in
And the lights are fading
The road has gone cold
The lanes you are changing
Will be the indifference you stole

Give Up The Ghost

A vision in your sleep
To hold but not to keep
Safe from the eyes
Of starved lovers stares
With their eyes all black
Then blue.
Until it's finished
And I give up this ghost
Wait for this year to be over
And when we surely die
Our bodies glow
This will be me.

I Know You Know

Can't look away
Can't look forward
I know you know
What you say
I know you know
It's leaving in vain
Maybe tomorrow
A little rain will come
And wash what's left
Revive what's done
I know you know
How hard it is
I know you know
We try.

What's about to happen...

I'm not sure what's about to happen
It's minutes away
The night is clear, cold, damp.
I wait in four four time.
I remember it well
The sound your engine makes
And how it sputters
It drowns you all out
I'm not sure what's about to happen
I've punched you out before
I put your life in a box
I kicked it down the stairs
I can't say I still care
I just don't know what's about to happen.

Broken on the cement floor

Into the city scape

Keep left, keep right

Order of the words.

Like the silver ring

Broken on the cement floor

I've unraveled it all

To seem peculiar and strange

Foreign and obscene

Do it up that dress

Let your hair fall so

Just so know one knows

What they already knows

It make sense

In the review mirror

When you can glance

At a past

Not worth a dime

Diamonds To Dust

Stopped in places

Are the pictures we once took

Personal memories

Reserved for happier times

Locked away in the box

That you keep on the floor

Tucked away with your nuances

What we thought was a diamond

Was nothing but dust

The light striking it a certain way

To show one side

It fades and falls

Do not remember

What it was that left you wounded.

Our Own Persausion

There are tornadoes in the distance
And a cool dark rain.
I'm riding through fields
People follow, all the way
The tall grass slows
And moves me to pause
The winds move fast
Suspicion does not stop us
In an abandoned town, wounded
The signs swing and creak
And I'm not sure who destroyed who
Or if there's anything left to break.
Don't follow me
I'm not meant to be tread upon
And the earth falls upwards
The wind pushes down.
We are left eradicated
From our own persausion.

Danger

Where was this
I'd surely like to punch you in the face
A good right hook
And a knee to the stomach
Maybe lower.
One can't be sure.
The temper flares
Left and right
In a series of well placed
Meaningful
Neglected events.

Never To Be Continued

You've become a ghost to me
But you don't haunt me like you did.
You don't hurt me like I thought you would
I'm not a troubled kid
And I know you're alive
But I just not to me
I dragged you through the street that night
Such a selfish girl.
You were mine
Every minute or two.

A Black Winged Angel In A Crushed Velvet Suit

A black winged angel
In a crushed velvet suit
Met me on the street
We met in cool pursuit
I saw his face in a crowd
A month later
I knew it was his
I knew it was anyone's
I knew he was my favorite.
So from across a city street
The black winged angel stared
Into his own fate
Into his own glare
Of the demons and the lawyers
Whatever toils within
Which keeps us apart
That keeps us in sin
So run run run
Dash across the road
You caught me speeding off in my car
To where, you'll never know.

Fighters never die

There's one reason
I always say
Walk, break a heel
Just remember the days
Where you couldn't eat
You couldn't sleep
And you prayed you
Would not dream
Just to feel
So put your sunglasses on
Never take them off
Turn the radio loud
Never get soft
He's down for the count
Brazilian fighters never die
They were raised in the jungle
They're much to proud
To ever lie.

Cherry

Pluck the cherry from your lips
Let the juice
Look like blood.
I didn't think it fair
To say your name
Or call you up
So I refrain
You're just around the corner
So I avoid
Everything.
It's always the same
And artist is
Always the same.

Part Of The Machine

I can see it now

Rushing through

What's for sale

The explosions in you veins

Curled up on the couch

Watch you disappear 

Limb by limb

Vile by vile

What does it take

To be visible

Sit behind the wheel

Turn left, turn right

The winding roads

The damp highway

I will never be the same 

Again

Light me up

Watch my body glow

I'm part of the machine

That can't repair me

Or fix this dare

The broken down hubcap

That I've become

Rusted 

On the side of the road.

Disassembled, vanquished,

Rendered useless.

I Can't Remember

I can't remember 

What was said.

What caused the circuitry

To short and fade.

I don't want you around here

I don't want to say your name

I threw out all your pictures

After a couple days

I can't help but worry

You've given up

What we'd built

For your spinning compass

And your cowardly ways

I wish you well

With your broken wrist

And your spilt coffee

Waiting for me

As you always do

As you always would.

You traded your talent

For what I can't understand

Maybe I was the dangerous one

That gave you all away.

Where the hell did you go?

You might as well have died

At your grandfather's funeral

You wear his coat

So well.

Waiting

Sometimes I feel like
I'm waiting for
Something
Someone
And I'm not quite sure
If it's someone else
Or if it's me.
But I wait
In constant motion
Like the good impatient
Girl I am
The silence never settles
And I crawl under the covers
I am singing in my head
Until I fall asleep
And wake up
To a different song.

Pintail Shark

The ocean is green.
It was never really blue.
I caught a shark once
It had a pin in it's tail.
I'll let it go.
I let go of everything.
I like to watch things leave.
And see the course they take.
An observer at the core.
Every sentence, word
And structure.
Detect the essence
Even if it doesn't want me.
Clarity is never as charming
As I want it to be.
But it helps sometimes.
To feel alone.

Pretty

What makes you feel pretty

Will only hide

The wounds, the cracks

From your inside.

So many detours

Exhausting at best
So put on your black shoes
And that pretty summer dress
Cut your hair

Watch it fall on the floor

I've been dreaming for days
I've been dreaming of more
There's nothing wrong

With being alone

Except when you say it

With that heavyundertone

So dramatic, so thin

I'm losing pound for pound

Broken vein, broken bones

Dig my heels into the ground.

I don't feel pretty
But I like to hide.

Motorcycle Poetry

I started breaking bones
The day I left home
Going coast to coast
Making the most of most
You took me on a race
Through faster time and space
I want to break your bones
And never call you home
Motorcycle poetry
You and I were meant to be
But there's one thing we agree
Speed and motion
Let's get free

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

Let sleeping dogs lie
There's no need to wake.
So many times
So many nights.
Pull the covers over.
Turn out the light.
Close the door.
And drive away.
Like so many lovers.
I don't want a fight.
I'm smarter than that.
To stir up old wounds
That weren't even mine.
It had nothing to do with me.
So I creep out the door.
But leave it unlocked.
For someone else
To stumble in.
Maybe their wounds
Will be your wounds
And you can share a secret.
And you can share scars.
Who hurt who more?
Because this time.
You'll be happy.
A passer-by, a witness,
A spectator.

Trigger

On the grass.
I talk to the girl from last year.
She had straight lines on her face.
She didn't care.
I lay here on the bed.
My heart about to choke.
I don't read your broken letters.
I don't know your words.
They've all run me dry.
I hide every image you write.
You think it's about you.
It's not.
You don't listen.
You don't read.
Broken wrist.
I could have been anyone.
To you
I am the streetcar, the busted track.
I'm taking a break, a hiatus.
Forced.
Because I want the trigger
I want the hunger back.

Clouds Through Powerlines

The clouds through the power lines
Organic verses linear.
The shapes climb through each vein of the tower.
The hawk is hovering just above the wires.
It floats effortlessly.
No gravity.
Then it falls
Dead weight, just to eat.
Prey

Wires

There's wire at my feet.

And a ghost at the door.

It woke me right up.

It got me to the floor.

And I'm smiling

Just to breathe.

What a wicked grin.

I'm shaking, I'm free

I just want to go back to in.

Tired, aggressive,

impeached.

Idiom Linchpin

Sticks, stones
Broken egos.
I found you in one piece
On the floor.
Sitting
The same old way
With your head in your hands.
What does it take
To be a linchpin.
Will your cinders always burn
The same way you wanted them to.
All these years later
Scraping by.
Your idioms have been constant.
Nothing changes,
Because the truth was
You were happy.
Still are.
Just afraid to admit it.

Perception Is A Hell Of A Drug

Unwittingly forced into

Something not wanted,

A pawn, not a player

A song, not a prayer.

Second hand, second worth.

$3, $5, what value is in this.

Perception is a hell of a drug.

It should be taken with gratitude,

Humility and a glass of water.

Sober is, as sober was.

The motive remains the same.

Feeling kind, falling sacred

Bricks.

Time stamp your hero.

The common denominator 

is over.

In a stained blue glass

When there's nothing to write.
I write this.
Neil Young heals all wounds.
Because it's true.
That and books by Leonard Cohen.
And Sylvia Plath.
I wish it was 1964.
I could smoke cigarettes,
See Otis Redding,
Dance in Paris
And drink a highball,
In a stained blue glass.

The Suggestion of a Bird

The suggestion of a bird,

It was the shadow of a cloud.

But my wheels keep turning left.

Were we observing out loud?

When there's nothing to hang onto.

And your shelter turns to bones.

You've resigned to old letters

From seven years ago.

Things that mattered then

Still have motive now.

They just move in different circles,

Different ambulances, different crowds.

We Are Human

Good and evil.
The flaws in between.
It keeps us sane.
Until we give up the keys.

Fainting

For a moment.
I felt it.
And it was sweet.
Then everything was real.

Inhibitor

Earth dwelling paint can.
Living large on green
Falling down wells.
Remote.

Friendly Fire

The city streets are to behave.

They keep you safe

In your own mind.

Friendly fire.

Suitcase Poetry

He was gallant. So cavalier.

Charming on his own terms.

Had a suitcase full of intentions

And old t-shirts.

Blue Dress

Went to the party
But no body came.
The blue dress I wore
Drove my shadow insane.

I like things alone
The freedom is sweet.
It rots me to my brain
And then my teeth.

That's All

I want to prove that I can keep my word.

Keep me safe.

But don't miss me.

That's all.

Raquet Ball

Drown yourself in liquor
I'll hang myself with words.
But while we're lying here restless
I am listening to the birds.

Elevator

Raised in a cage.
Platform of moving people.
Shifting away from early rounds.
Just to contest each other again.
Another riot.

Make, Color, Year.

I know every man by his car

Right down to the whistle

His engine makes.

Indentured together.

Make, color, year.

Pennies.

Chemistry manifests.
The constant joke of substitution.
Mailed two pennies.
Thought about changing my name.