Tag Archives: season
Migrant
Rest your weary mind
My love
Rest your stricken heart
Permit time
Permit soonness
Permit fondness promised
When seasons change, as they will
When notes become no more
Permit the absence, too
This November
I need to be talked down to, talked at
And once I’m abandoned, accused
I need life in ruin, in fear
Promise me the Summer, give Winter
Give me this November, promise not
Emerge Again
To you, girl
Sister to Sister
My sole and loving admonition
If there be trust, if there be hope
It will be found in your eyes
Your eyes
Where they gaze
How they see
And the choosings they reflect upon
I make much of words with you
Made-up words, maybe
But your eyes, I know well
I know the Who you believed in
And still believe
In Your eyes
Within Your grasp
As the narcissi beneath the freeze
There be reason for trust and hope
Winning Season
I’m patient
And there was endless music before you
I recall it played on and on
But I didn’t listen much
And I could get shit done and not hear
Propagandists whining feigned blues
Questioning my faithfulness to the sport
My heart’s whereabouts, my stamina
Like the notes and rhythm were Satan
And I was a modern-day Job
Let history repeat itself if it must