Young man, when I’m old
If I’ve lost the key
Please help my heart to enter in
Remember for me, if I’ve forgotten
What we’ve built
What we’ve saved from the fire
Tell how death brought forth life
On our paths that diverged
How we’re found together again
I Stayed
Scrolling Up and Up and Up
This Time
And what Emerged, but a Proclamation!
The Heavens Themselves
Summoned and Summoners
Attendees and Attendants
Happy and One and All
how dare the canary,
a relative wisp of a force,
sing,
then presume
my ears,
my feet,
my heart…
were present,
or captive,
or cared, at all?
Remember the last Time
You hoped the day would come
You thought you shared the Earth
You promised promises
You knew that it would last
You felt it all collapse
High noon is ugly,
isnt it? I am sorry,
though it’s not my fault.
This was not a test
Not a joke, nor anecdote
Nor well performed script
What to do
When love’s thrown at you with far, far, far less passion
Far less intent, than graffiti at a cinder block wall
Survive
Then come the wolves
One is all it takes to take you down, down, way, way down
To take your will, and leave you still with skin stone cold
Survive?
Why old McCartney songs
Relic-era assertions, Sir?
Things take forever because we think we have forever to take
Why glamorize the road
Set it to melody, why?
It’s truly just too long, too winding and leads to lonely doors
I’m tempest-tossed, and I’ve been warned
Not to extend needy hands
With human lips, I have been kissed
And yet I’m shamed needing man
Dichotomies, apparent to me
Ensnare my mind at each turn
Baited, and then, thrown back to the sea
My sanity, I must earn
