Archive for October 2011
Scribble
I swear it smells like autumn,
with warm days that turn
into chilled nights.
Earth make up your mind.
But I’m loving the potential,
for a calm November evening,
and the peaces of December,
which fall like snowflakes in my palms.
As I Go Along
Everyone seems to be waiting
for the moment
in which I miss the step
and fall by the wayside.
But they don’t seem to understand
that I never fall,
I never crumble,
and I make the rules.
That was a cold walk home,
at least it didn’t last very long.
Time is just waiting
for me to give in.
Probably never speak of this.
Probably for the better.
The lack of emotion gets harder to read
with every letter.
Sour Child
I keep the light on to
brighten my eyes
to what’s clearly standing
right in front of me.
I want to remember the night stars
falling into our hands.
I’ll only remember the attitude of the angry sun
peeking out from behind the Earth.
I must flex.
Like a drug for my ears to replace,
the notes enter my blood vessels.
If you have nothing nice to say…
Stars and Stripes
Her skin moves like a snake against my own,
as the night watches over us like a blanket.
And until the sun begins to smile,
she radiates to make up the spark.
Of these loud noises,
you are the quietest.
Rest In Patience
So I’ve got this melody, you see.
And I’ve been meaning to share it.
But you closed your hands as I went to give.
And now I’ve gone and spent it.
Years paint different pictures.
Gold only lasts so long.
Pick me up off the ground
to write a new song.
Dead as my patience.
Where did the car ride go?
Is that really all you wanted?
The box stays empty.
Canvas
I kick the sand forward
as the sun opens its eyes.
I must hurry while
we’re still suspended in time.
You bring a beauty that all can admire,
It’s getting close to the smell of spices,
blended in with cold noses, family.
I want it wrapped up.
Your laugh rings warmer than the blanket.
The fog settles in, I see it every morning.
We are crazy to be out here in December.
But it’s crazier to believe we wouldn’t.
If I act a little strange
Did you read my mind?
I sweat out the thoughts that night.
But our smiles overshadowed
what was really going on.
More than expected.
Reality from thoughts.
Sort of shocked and shy.
I hope you didn’t mind.
Fiery when it counts.
Sweet like an Otter Pop on a hot day.
Careful and without a care.
I hope you didn’t mind.
Light the candles.
They flicker from here until
they meet the horizon.
Ride up and down the streets in awe.
Construction to Excellence
Never linked,
Always leading.
Your words were more fake
than a Cold War building.
Past tense motives,
to laugh back in years.
How I believed anything more
could be found in something much less.
More sure than the last one,
I aspire to be great.
Reminders of what needs to be done,
something you can’t take.
Timing and Associations
I’m the glow-in-the-dark watch
that you can read
only every now and then.
They say they’re unimpressionable,
But they’re already impressed.
So, why the effort?
A piece of pizza and a smile
would have done wonders.
But she hid there, eyes open.
Timing was never my thing,
and she’ll never open her eyes again.
She knew too much.
Anatomy of a Crash
I’ll remember where the last ornament was placed.
What sweater you wore at the table.
The smile you chose that day.
Where you stood in that picture.
When you first grabbed my hand.
The look in your eyes when you first saw light.
And sometimes it’s nice to think
that some birds fly north for the winter,
and that one day you’ll find your way home,
but you won’t.
And for now I have to tiptoe the lane,
veer into oncoming traffic,
just to wait until the sun goes down,
and that sun may never set.