He
With a clarinet voice in June
On a lone sun day sang his joy us tune
What a gift was he
Me
On a journey that won’t end soon
Thru windows without strings calling the moon
He’ll remember me
He
With a clarinet voice in June
On a lone sun day sang his joy us tune
What a gift was he
Me
On a journey that won’t end soon
Thru windows without strings calling the moon
He’ll remember me
Please
Know what I don’t know to ask
Hear my whisper in your sleep
Awaken
Take my Hallows’ Eve hair into your hands
Pledge to me
Light a candle
Taste of orange
Ward-back this oddest of aches
Please
god i miss you.
when you birthed me, did you know it would be so?
did you know i’d tick the days as a prisoner
-chalk dust covered fingers-
reliving my crime at the turn of every corner,
without hope for redemption?
You’re going to guide you to truth
Step now into the absolute
With open eyes
Fling far your wishbone
For what virtue
Demands you
Walk blind in the grey
Stutter-step and stiff-arm
Nay-say all you need
Wrestle with doubt and despair
But befriend and deal kindly with time
There’s a lifespan to learn
And eternity to spend
Here is a place now
Where one has yet to take me
Please let me find you
It is early
It is late
The bell is tolling
The toll is rising
Here we are at dawn
‘fore the human storm
Early risers pray
Darkness be too late
Cottontail Cottontail
Just where are you off to
I’m the leader of the pack of one
Who will track you
Darting from the underbrush
What did you have to fear
Stroked my curiosity
To learn what your ears hear
Now the journey’s on my sweet
Give chase to my sinew
Your re-fu-sal for fits and starts
Sets my re-solve anew
Were my hands not
Coated in blue and rubber
Covered in the grime and froth of you
I’d slip beyond
My aching heart muscle
My pulsating hope muscle
Press pause
Scream your name
Liar
Stranger
Then skip to the next song
I invade
Your privacyYour every thought
The space you squatThe peace within
The tales you spinYour very story
And yes, God’s gloryMocked sociality
Run from me
She sat on high
Thick legged
In simple summer frill
And damned right she didn’t care
Since he was cozied close
Parisian-like despite their li’l bungalow
Quite pleased, most pleased
With the noisy air
The abundant lack
And the red lipstick