Friday, April 30, 2010

like a bandaid

painless, quick, and clean.

It didn't mean anything.

Monday, April 26, 2010

We are all Broken
All a broken record
We voice the same sweet songs but as our hearts spin round and round on that 45
Our vinyl linings start to wear
And with each screech of our broken hearted melodies
We tend to tune out or turn down
But what you may not know
Is when our sounds all simultaneously play
Our scratches of cadence
Become a sweet tune we can all cry to
we can all laugh to
that we can all sing to.
Some things go faster than expected
Some things go slower than hoped

but if you're lucky the current of your river
is a constant flow
that pulls you in to keep you afloat

sometimes you end up thrashed against the sides and scraped against rocks,
but the water will always surround you rolling with, not against, not through, and will occasionally change direction and flow to spare you the worst parts of the undertow

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Needle and thread

I'll sew up the holes

The sun will shine eventually

In this city

In this heart

I can [lay it to rest]

I can’t lay it on heavy, heavy
I can’t lay my love on thick. [sticky sweet]
So I hide, I hide.
When I push I really want you to pull, pull
But I’ll take it slow, slow
so you’ll know it’s safe ground.

No labels with our spaces
Just both our faces
Combined with a lock, a releasing latch
That involves our pink swollen lips.
And I’ve made a list,
That tells of how and when
And what will be
Of the kisses you and me
Swap.
A releasing latch that locks us tight and as the lever and cogs begin their work
We lace our fingers around each curve
Of neck and hip, well placed.
I want my lips
to fill your laugh lines round your eyes and cheeks.
To fill your mouth, your curves, your depths.
I can’t lay it on heavy, heavy
I can’t lay my love on thick. [sticky sweet]
So I hide, I hide.
When I push I really want you to pull, pull
But I’ll take it slow, slow
so you’ll know it’s safe ground.

I can’t stop putting myself in the way of love and lust’s hard smack.
And like a good masochist I take each hit like a breath of fresh air it inhales with pins and needles in my lungs bracing the linings of my heart.
I can’t stop.
Wishing you would.
Wishing you would keep on those sweet words you say you mean.
I tell myself step slow, step slow
and soft, just let the water tickle my toes, lick my ankles.
But it seems my heart already dragged, dragged
my entire body down when it took its own fatal jump to drown, drown.
Just a small part of my bones feels you, that’s all my stubborn head allows.
When my heart knows I feel you all around.
For now I pretend to tread lightly until you’re ready to stamp me into the ground.
You shouldn’t think what you’re feeling
A cab driver once told me.
Well I guess I’ll leave the thinking with the tip I gave him

I can’t lay it on heavy, heavy
I can’t lay my love on thick. [sticky sweet]
So I hide, I hide.
When I push I really want you to pull, pull
But I’ll take it slow, slow
so you’ll know it’s safe ground.