wednesday
i put on my shoes
and
i had
light bulbs
in my toes i
turned them on
for light and
i crunched my life
down
to shards
with my feet i
went right through
outside
with
blood
in my shoes, and with
mercury
rising
in my soul i
held them
in my
metatarsal heart.
i held the pain of
living without you
as
lights came on
all over the world.
my summer sun and
you turned off the rain i
fall down
on my knees.
(i jump) i say hello
to reality
as the glass hearts of all the girls
you kept
in the toe of your shoe
come over me...
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
I Will Love You by Fisher
driving
half way
through my life i
am just half a cup
of coffee
in my lap
i need a coaster
plastic coatings
on my face
begin to sweat
oh (the agony of being alone)
logos still
surround me i
know
my very breath
each time
exhales onto tomorrow i
wish against wish
that it would
take me back to you,
like blowing bubbles
through
a straw,
or throwing
cream
and
sage-colored boomerangs...
half way
through my life i
am just half a cup
of coffee
in my lap
i need a coaster
plastic coatings
on my face
begin to sweat
oh (the agony of being alone)
logos still
surround me i
know
my very breath
each time
exhales onto tomorrow i
wish against wish
that it would
take me back to you,
like blowing bubbles
through
a straw,
or throwing
cream
and
sage-colored boomerangs...
Thursday, October 29, 2009
9 Crimes by Damien Rice
wishes
walking
in my
perambulatory state
it is still raining and
anonymity is so hard
to come by any
more i regret not
being in the city.
they recognize
my face
years later i
tried so hard to change it
but to
no avail
maybe come with me
to the mountains
monterrey
baby
(the slide) will tell us
everything we
need to know
about snow,
and angels, and
being awake
in the city...
walking
in my
perambulatory state
it is still raining and
anonymity is so hard
to come by any
more i regret not
being in the city.
they recognize
my face
years later i
tried so hard to change it
but to
no avail
maybe come with me
to the mountains
monterrey
baby
(the slide) will tell us
everything we
need to know
about snow,
and angels, and
being awake
in the city...
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Paperweight by Joshua Radin & Schuyler Fisk
hipster
you are
the only one who knows
i am
not invisible
you
you are so far away
i love
you so
incredibly
much i would
give up
my blackest black
mark
to be with you.
i take away
my own invisibility
cloak by
loving you
and
i wallow, alone,
in that memory.
you, me,
white
flowers...
it is just me,
looking back at you.
i try to see myself
the way
i did before...
you are
the only one who knows
i am
not invisible
you
you are so far away
i love
you so
incredibly
much i would
give up
my blackest black
mark
to be with you.
i take away
my own invisibility
cloak by
loving you
and
i wallow, alone,
in that memory.
you, me,
white
flowers...
it is just me,
looking back at you.
i try to see myself
the way
i did before...
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Wondering Where You Are by Tyrone Wells
spider
two for one
on the arachnid days i
blunder through
another
ending
while your sky falls down
and
you wrap
your legs
around
this place,
so sure
it likes you back
but
i don't know.
feels
like we're trespassing
on a
sacred vibe
i'm scared.
they'll
smash us to pieces.
don't
make
me go without you...
two for one
on the arachnid days i
blunder through
another
ending
while your sky falls down
and
you wrap
your legs
around
this place,
so sure
it likes you back
but
i don't know.
feels
like we're trespassing
on a
sacred vibe
i'm scared.
they'll
smash us to pieces.
don't
make
me go without you...
Monday, October 26, 2009
They Bring Me To You by Joshua Radin
toil
my haggard wrists
lift me up
into my story
every day
i reach further into you
the end goals i have
solidly in mind,
red candy hearts
melted
in my hands.
i hold very little (to show)
you my
proverbial efforts i
keep trying
someday
it will come.
my
sorry haggard story
lifts itself up
out of here, it
bears the weight
of all my mistakes
pulling out
the gravity sound
of millions of critics
in the cavities
between you and i
i see
your hand in the dark
i see
how it is in the morning,
every day, without you.
this is
why i write. it is,
simply, a game of
tug and war...
my haggard wrists
lift me up
into my story
every day
i reach further into you
the end goals i have
solidly in mind,
red candy hearts
melted
in my hands.
i hold very little (to show)
you my
proverbial efforts i
keep trying
someday
it will come.
my
sorry haggard story
lifts itself up
out of here, it
bears the weight
of all my mistakes
pulling out
the gravity sound
of millions of critics
in the cavities
between you and i
i see
your hand in the dark
i see
how it is in the morning,
every day, without you.
this is
why i write. it is,
simply, a game of
tug and war...
Sunday, October 25, 2009
A Falling Through by Ray LaMontagne
vanity
besotted,
i pull hairs out of
my head
like postage stamps.
they'll use them as
forensic evidence.
i
lick the seal and
send them
on their way
to you,
with love.
oh
the way
you open me up,
cold sores on your tongue,
paper cuts
on your heart.
your
strings mislead me.
you play
harmonically sad
and misused until
(and so) love
is just like the death
of e-mail,
once again.
and forever more.
besotted,
i pull hairs out of
my head
like postage stamps.
they'll use them as
forensic evidence.
i
lick the seal and
send them
on their way
to you,
with love.
oh
the way
you open me up,
cold sores on your tongue,
paper cuts
on your heart.
your
strings mislead me.
you play
harmonically sad
and misused until
(and so) love
is just like the death
of e-mail,
once again.
and forever more.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Fortunate Fool by Jack Johnson
vengeance
okay,
it's obvious now.
it's clear
who you are,
and what i
have to do.
you are like a leaf
(shaken up)
quite suddenly
i love you
(i see through you).
oh no.
why did it come
to this?
you never
rain in october
much less
snow in the fall oh
my natural vibe
is killing you,
softly, breaking branches
all the time
above your head, baby.
you are just a leaf
and
i am mother time.
(i go on to)
infinity.
okay,
it's obvious now.
it's clear
who you are,
and what i
have to do.
you are like a leaf
(shaken up)
quite suddenly
i love you
(i see through you).
oh no.
why did it come
to this?
you never
rain in october
much less
snow in the fall oh
my natural vibe
is killing you,
softly, breaking branches
all the time
above your head, baby.
you are just a leaf
and
i am mother time.
(i go on to)
infinity.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Twilight Serenade by Jason Myles Goss
thrice
very bad dream
just now
i dreamed
about alligators.
my poor sweet mikey...
it's not funny.
it was real.
i picked him up in my arms
my dog and i
calling for help.
we were walking in the water
that runs
along the interstate i guess
it was
apocalyptic.
there were
kangaroos.
i kicked him.
(the alligator)
with my pink rain boots
on.
i was
falling
backwards,
mikey
in my arms.
i woke up. i have
no one to tell...
no one to tell.
very bad dream
just now
i dreamed
about alligators.
my poor sweet mikey...
it's not funny.
it was real.
i picked him up in my arms
my dog and i
calling for help.
we were walking in the water
that runs
along the interstate i guess
it was
apocalyptic.
there were
kangaroos.
i kicked him.
(the alligator)
with my pink rain boots
on.
i was
falling
backwards,
mikey
in my arms.
i woke up. i have
no one to tell...
no one to tell.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Love Your Memory by Miranda Lambert
varicose
i file my finger
nails
with the flowers
your mother gave me
i file them
vigorously
as if
i was washing
my hands of you
i smile
because smiling
is my reflex
it is my natural state
but (with you)
it became much more
it was
my knee-jerk reaction
to flee.
i should have
(you should have)
told me the truth.
it doesn't count now.
it's too late...
like my fingers.
i filed them like paper
long before i knew what really happened.
before i knew
about her.
before i knew
about you..
i file my finger
nails
with the flowers
your mother gave me
i file them
vigorously
as if
i was washing
my hands of you
i smile
because smiling
is my reflex
it is my natural state
but (with you)
it became much more
it was
my knee-jerk reaction
to flee.
i should have
(you should have)
told me the truth.
it doesn't count now.
it's too late...
like my fingers.
i filed them like paper
long before i knew what really happened.
before i knew
about her.
before i knew
about you..
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Come Down To Me by Saving Jane
relief
just one yes
and all
is right
with our world, but
until then:
things crease and burn amid
dire warnings
about phantom buffalo boys
and piglet-induced flu i
need just one
affirmation
from who you are
and (when it comes)
i will be okay.
i will
feel better. until then
i swarm myself in buckets
flocks of birds
and vitamin c stretchers
at my feet i
chase
my own ambulance
with my ambulatory
cravings
for peace...
just one yes.
just one yes
and all
is right
with our world, but
until then:
things crease and burn amid
dire warnings
about phantom buffalo boys
and piglet-induced flu i
need just one
affirmation
from who you are
and (when it comes)
i will be okay.
i will
feel better. until then
i swarm myself in buckets
flocks of birds
and vitamin c stretchers
at my feet i
chase
my own ambulance
with my ambulatory
cravings
for peace...
just one yes.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
City by Sara Bareilles
guitar
your nuance
(every word)
i feel it
tearing open
my half-healed scars
(every time)
they dress themselves
in glue and stone
and shred my love
to pieces--
my ripped up paper heart--
i have become
a second
class citizen,
lacking solidly in love.
it's time for a shower.
no one cares...
i know
when i finally sing
i will sing loud
up there on stage
and i will play
and put myself together
and
they will hear me
they will feel me
at last.
all those sorry pieces
i took apart
in kindergarten
might actually mean something...
once again.
they rip apart my sacred heart.
your nuance
(every word)
i feel it
tearing open
my half-healed scars
(every time)
they dress themselves
in glue and stone
and shred my love
to pieces--
my ripped up paper heart--
i have become
a second
class citizen,
lacking solidly in love.
it's time for a shower.
no one cares...
i know
when i finally sing
i will sing loud
up there on stage
and i will play
and put myself together
and
they will hear me
they will feel me
at last.
all those sorry pieces
i took apart
in kindergarten
might actually mean something...
once again.
they rip apart my sacred heart.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Forget Me Not by Lucie Silvas
animosity
okay,
clearly i'm bananas.
i have this megawatt smile
on my face
like an upward
solar panel,
yet i imply
quite possibly
zero
of the real sustenance inside...
and daily
i peel another
layer of skin
off of my heart.
i lift it up alone,
quite heavily,
to
the furthest, slippery extent.
it's a
hefty price to pay
for hunger.
i play music
like melodies
archaically
with my faulty fingers
while
you apply a diagnosis
of my current
unappealing situation...
clearly,
i'm bananas.
i still want you.
okay,
clearly i'm bananas.
i have this megawatt smile
on my face
like an upward
solar panel,
yet i imply
quite possibly
zero
of the real sustenance inside...
and daily
i peel another
layer of skin
off of my heart.
i lift it up alone,
quite heavily,
to
the furthest, slippery extent.
it's a
hefty price to pay
for hunger.
i play music
like melodies
archaically
with my faulty fingers
while
you apply a diagnosis
of my current
unappealing situation...
clearly,
i'm bananas.
i still want you.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Whether You Fall by Tracy Bonham
miniature
something sudden hidden
i am
missing you(tonight), i
miss myself.
like headlice or
even larks you are
a bird you keep on
coming back to me
(every spring) but
there has never been
any evidence
of your existence
least of all
in my heart.
i think
i know why.
at least i do now.
you were
just too small
for anyone
to see.
i crawled across the earth
below you,
like a worm in fog
in the early morning rain
(like the smell of fish)
you still linger
in my soul--
empty things missing,
hoping
to be found....
something sudden hidden
i am
missing you(tonight), i
miss myself.
like headlice or
even larks you are
a bird you keep on
coming back to me
(every spring) but
there has never been
any evidence
of your existence
least of all
in my heart.
i think
i know why.
at least i do now.
you were
just too small
for anyone
to see.
i crawled across the earth
below you,
like a worm in fog
in the early morning rain
(like the smell of fish)
you still linger
in my soul--
empty things missing,
hoping
to be found....
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Harder Than the Fall by Ruthie Foster
what do you mean,
hello?
it has been a year.
long silence
and then
copper boom
you must
have thought about me
in between, you
wrote on my wall.
must
have been a mistake.
4 a.m.
whiskey.
it happens.
could you?
no one else
can see it.
oh, mae,
sometimes
you're in someone else's
arms
inside my dream, i
saw you there
last year
in september.
you saw me, too.
i would have died for that.
i just wanted
to hear you
say
hello...
Friday, October 16, 2009
I Should Go by Levi Kreis
murk
days like this
i miss
the old marsh the most
the birds hovering
over grasses
still green
and lonesome blowing
in the wind,
gray skies
playing above them.
shifting things,
blunt fresh air
in your face
your clothes swirl
like clouds
around you
and your life sprawls
out below you
like a valley.
the old marsh:
flat
as i am small...
days like this,
i realize
who i am
without it.
days like this
i miss
the old marsh the most
the birds hovering
over grasses
still green
and lonesome blowing
in the wind,
gray skies
playing above them.
shifting things,
blunt fresh air
in your face
your clothes swirl
like clouds
around you
and your life sprawls
out below you
like a valley.
the old marsh:
flat
as i am small...
days like this,
i realize
who i am
without it.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Lullaby by Mare Wakefield
endless
i played chicken
with a pick-up truck...
that's what it was like,
loving you.
the fear
of crashing
never even
entered my fettered mind:
it was just about winning.
i never
back down
(least of all
from love) and
all the ways you have found
to deny me,
well, they won't even matter
in the end:
except to
weigh you down
with knowing
you could have had me,
but
you were
just too chicken...
i played chicken
with a pick-up truck...
that's what it was like,
loving you.
the fear
of crashing
never even
entered my fettered mind:
it was just about winning.
i never
back down
(least of all
from love) and
all the ways you have found
to deny me,
well, they won't even matter
in the end:
except to
weigh you down
with knowing
you could have had me,
but
you were
just too chicken...
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Just The Same by David McMillin
page 81
it was easy,
until i got to you.
the soggy mess
you left
in my heart,
well,
it's like cold cereal
left too long
on the counter.
it's like week old milk.
some of it
clings to the sides
of my brain
like curds
on the memory
of you, thoughts
churning:
times we spent together,
words
we milked
out of each other's lips...
on a roof
in august.
we were hungry.
it's all in slow motion now.
my stomach growls
just thinking about it.
it longs for something real.
sustenance. yes,
it does. but i
just threw you away.
i left you in the sink,
my heart
like a spoon
at your feet.
good thing i did.
it was way past my
expiration date.
yeah.
but it's still so hard,
so fresh,
to write about you.
it takes everything i have.
it was easy,
until i got to you.
the soggy mess
you left
in my heart,
well,
it's like cold cereal
left too long
on the counter.
it's like week old milk.
some of it
clings to the sides
of my brain
like curds
on the memory
of you, thoughts
churning:
times we spent together,
words
we milked
out of each other's lips...
on a roof
in august.
we were hungry.
it's all in slow motion now.
my stomach growls
just thinking about it.
it longs for something real.
sustenance. yes,
it does. but i
just threw you away.
i left you in the sink,
my heart
like a spoon
at your feet.
good thing i did.
it was way past my
expiration date.
yeah.
but it's still so hard,
so fresh,
to write about you.
it takes everything i have.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Glitter in the Air by Pink
tyrannosaur
why would you
take it,
that picture
of the two of you
and post it
right there
in my face...
you and a girl.
she's just a
dirty reflection
of me
in that window.
all my pictures of you,
the ones of us,
deep and deeper
in my heart...
you used to say
it looked a lot like
straw berry
galaxies
well,
we drove backwards
on that road
too many times, and
i will never
see myself that way
(the way i did that day),
backwards in the mirror.
i was
the girl
on your arm.
like peaches and cream....
grimy,
but pretty.
why would you
take it,
that picture
of the two of you
and post it
right there
in my face...
you and a girl.
she's just a
dirty reflection
of me
in that window.
all my pictures of you,
the ones of us,
deep and deeper
in my heart...
you used to say
it looked a lot like
straw berry
galaxies
well,
we drove backwards
on that road
too many times, and
i will never
see myself that way
(the way i did that day),
backwards in the mirror.
i was
the girl
on your arm.
like peaches and cream....
grimy,
but pretty.
Monday, October 12, 2009
A Sorta Fairytale by Tori Amos
dreaming
restless night:
a thousand phantom chirps
and
here i am,
three a.m.,
wide awake
inside flowers
on my pillow
beside nowhere.
i open the window.
things are much
too quiet.
faster (slower)
than you think
there is just
one thing
(i lack one thing)
it always works
to make
the pumpkin matter
but
i'm not vain
enough to try it.
he's quiet.
out there, in the night.
so
i roll over.
on my side.
i pick my
heart up in my hands
and
throw it back to you...
restless night:
a thousand phantom chirps
and
here i am,
three a.m.,
wide awake
inside flowers
on my pillow
beside nowhere.
i open the window.
things are much
too quiet.
faster (slower)
than you think
there is just
one thing
(i lack one thing)
it always works
to make
the pumpkin matter
but
i'm not vain
enough to try it.
he's quiet.
out there, in the night.
so
i roll over.
on my side.
i pick my
heart up in my hands
and
throw it back to you...
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Better by Toby Lightman
audit
help me
they said
my eyes are
different sizes
all wrapped up
one sees
you in blue,
the other:
not so good.
we
are caught
in
a love triangle
with you.
they close
without opening.
there will be
no deviation
from the rule of thirds, love:
it is set in stone.
like my eyelashes.
sometimes
things look different
in mirrors.
my self portraits
are a study
in diameter...
help me
they said
my eyes are
different sizes
all wrapped up
one sees
you in blue,
the other:
not so good.
we
are caught
in
a love triangle
with you.
they close
without opening.
there will be
no deviation
from the rule of thirds, love:
it is set in stone.
like my eyelashes.
sometimes
things look different
in mirrors.
my self portraits
are a study
in diameter...
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Can't Help Falling In Love by Ingrid Michaelson
snap
cold
and colder
(cold) in
nights so short
you could
wrap a song
around them: i
haven't been sleeping,
lately,
without you.
things feel small.
my boots,
and my hat: i
cover my self up
with scarves,
the scars
you left hanging on my
threadbare soul...
my edges fray
like
christmas trees.
i try to camouflage my pain,
to flock it with snow,
to tie it up with bows...
cold
and colder
(cold) in
nights so short
you could
wrap a song
around them: i
haven't been sleeping,
lately,
without you.
things feel small.
my boots,
and my hat: i
cover my self up
with scarves,
the scars
you left hanging on my
threadbare soul...
my edges fray
like
christmas trees.
i try to camouflage my pain,
to flock it with snow,
to tie it up with bows...
Friday, October 9, 2009
Baby I Want You by Amos Lee
jaded
why is it
every time i look
for you
somebody else is
chasing you through tennessee...
i had a bad dream.
paris was in
elizabethtown kentucky.
you.
you were my horse, baby.
you had sparkle
in your mane.
(lucky boy,
lucky girl).
please
just
set me free in tennessee
one last time,
i'm begging you.
that cross country drive
has got me jaded and
i need you
like horses need the wind.
next time,
don't walk
away from me.
let's run, baby:
let's run.
why is it
every time i look
for you
somebody else is
chasing you through tennessee...
i had a bad dream.
paris was in
elizabethtown kentucky.
you.
you were my horse, baby.
you had sparkle
in your mane.
(lucky boy,
lucky girl).
please
just
set me free in tennessee
one last time,
i'm begging you.
that cross country drive
has got me jaded and
i need you
like horses need the wind.
next time,
don't walk
away from me.
let's run, baby:
let's run.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Dreamin' by Amos Lee
lake wood
all alone
in paper arches, the sky
threatens (me) to bloom.
out of flowers
i lay
undone
on the desk.
i make them solid
out of paper.
winds blowing,
birds folding.
origami
in my heart...
they say
i may be a girl.
i don't know.
maybe i'm a crane.
white trees creased inside my hands
begin to swirl.
the birds
unfold their wings.
without you,
my shapeless ways make horizontal planes
on the horizon:
on the smashed up,
creased up world.
i made myself an
origami bird
for you...
all alone
in paper arches, the sky
threatens (me) to bloom.
out of flowers
i lay
undone
on the desk.
i make them solid
out of paper.
winds blowing,
birds folding.
origami
in my heart...
they say
i may be a girl.
i don't know.
maybe i'm a crane.
white trees creased inside my hands
begin to swirl.
the birds
unfold their wings.
without you,
my shapeless ways make horizontal planes
on the horizon:
on the smashed up,
creased up world.
i made myself an
origami bird
for you...
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
The Rain Don't Last by Hope
resounding
then the rains came.
every time i run,
i do it better.
without you,
i have no fury.
water's just a thing
God keeps in the streets.
it makes me hungry.
i don't know
when it will end:
but i came prepared.
and so,
when love hits,
(like a lightning bolt)
i'll be able to
hold you
upright in my arms,
and tell you:
this is what i've been
waiting for.
this is why
my face
is soaking wet...
it was a storm.
a storm of love.
for you...
then the rains came.
every time i run,
i do it better.
without you,
i have no fury.
water's just a thing
God keeps in the streets.
it makes me hungry.
i don't know
when it will end:
but i came prepared.
and so,
when love hits,
(like a lightning bolt)
i'll be able to
hold you
upright in my arms,
and tell you:
this is what i've been
waiting for.
this is why
my face
is soaking wet...
it was a storm.
a storm of love.
for you...
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
You're So Vain by Brooke White
edible
singer,
sing me.
you, alone up there
in your light
the stage you
are the only one
i hear things
i didn't know about you
but you--
you stand for
something
so much bigger
than yourself.
i watch your
shiny hand:
raise it to the sky.
i wonder
why you sing, why you
open up your voice
your throat to the world
to the wide old world
(you make me feel)
they
might hurt you, singer.
sing.
but me:
i always
keep you in the light.
(it is in my heart).
singer,
sing me.
you, alone up there
in your light
the stage you
are the only one
i hear things
i didn't know about you
but you--
you stand for
something
so much bigger
than yourself.
i watch your
shiny hand:
raise it to the sky.
i wonder
why you sing, why you
open up your voice
your throat to the world
to the wide old world
(you make me feel)
they
might hurt you, singer.
sing.
but me:
i always
keep you in the light.
(it is in my heart).
Monday, October 5, 2009
Cry Sometimes by Kate Earl
unbridled
baby in a broken sling
they clip my wings:
hard.
fly to me
things cry
like they're two weeks old
and
somehow
you are that lack
of air
within my lungs:
a flu on time.
and i miss you.
baby,
i miss it.
i am hoarse and
things don't look the same
they shaved
all those manes
off of their heads
the pretty horses
raise their paws
they prance
all over my heart
and
they don't even
know
what it looks like.
baby,
i miss you.
young things
are born
without you.
baby in a broken sling
they clip my wings:
hard.
fly to me
things cry
like they're two weeks old
and
somehow
you are that lack
of air
within my lungs:
a flu on time.
and i miss you.
baby,
i miss it.
i am hoarse and
things don't look the same
they shaved
all those manes
off of their heads
the pretty horses
raise their paws
they prance
all over my heart
and
they don't even
know
what it looks like.
baby,
i miss you.
young things
are born
without you.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
After All by Doria Roberts
whitening
you have no idea
how much sway
you have
over me.
you say flock
and i fly to friggin sydney
before you can say
what for,
but i rejoice.
because without you
i would be
a bird with no direction.
things happen.
winds blow.
my course will never
change, but some
times it helps
to know, impossibly,
that the way i flap my wings
is not yours.
it belongs to me.
and so, when i go where
you bid me to go,
i always keep a bit--
a tiny bit--
of myself,
inside my feathers.
you have no idea
how much sway
you have
over me.
you say flock
and i fly to friggin sydney
before you can say
what for,
but i rejoice.
because without you
i would be
a bird with no direction.
things happen.
winds blow.
my course will never
change, but some
times it helps
to know, impossibly,
that the way i flap my wings
is not yours.
it belongs to me.
and so, when i go where
you bid me to go,
i always keep a bit--
a tiny bit--
of myself,
inside my feathers.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Hit the Ground by Lizz Wright
posture
the way
i walk
backwards into walls
i need somebody's
eyes back there
behind my head.
all i see
is your face
waving goodbye.
that slight tip of your head
that you do,
your oakleys damp
on the bridge of your nose:
i had to drag myself
over the threshold.
no no no
i better look forward, baby:
i might run into walls.
things hurt.
i do it to myself.
but looking back at least
i can't see
your face
at its saddest,
your eyes that remind
me of me...
the way
i walk
backwards into walls
i need somebody's
eyes back there
behind my head.
all i see
is your face
waving goodbye.
that slight tip of your head
that you do,
your oakleys damp
on the bridge of your nose:
i had to drag myself
over the threshold.
no no no
i better look forward, baby:
i might run into walls.
things hurt.
i do it to myself.
but looking back at least
i can't see
your face
at its saddest,
your eyes that remind
me of me...
Friday, October 2, 2009
Coming Home by Lizz Wright
peanut butter
i will
write you unnecessary letters
until you love me again.
mad-ly but
truly deeply i say
i
might have jumbled things
up, but anyway
we call truce. jinx.
things you say
are magnified they
increase the cat-like span
of my life
and i want
you to know
what it means to me
to wake up
with half
a sphere in my hands,
desperately longing
for you (to be)
the other side. like toast.
we can put us together.
love is like
strawberry jelly.
things get sticky,
and sweet.
i will
write you unnecessary letters
until you love me again.
mad-ly but
truly deeply i say
i
might have jumbled things
up, but anyway
we call truce. jinx.
things you say
are magnified they
increase the cat-like span
of my life
and i want
you to know
what it means to me
to wake up
with half
a sphere in my hands,
desperately longing
for you (to be)
the other side. like toast.
we can put us together.
love is like
strawberry jelly.
things get sticky,
and sweet.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Plant Me, I Will Grow by Chris Buhalis
little voice
you left
you left a little piece
of your soul here.
take it back.
my boss told me
today, she said
i'll break you
we'll break you
of that.
break me of you.
i like
coming round corners
and saying hello
to the wind
as it greets me,
like it does in new york.
city lines and
building streets:
they all come round
the wind
when she blows.
i am here, lady:
this is who i am.
my buildings just don't break.
they all
love resistance.
you left
you left a little piece
of your soul here.
take it back.
my boss told me
today, she said
i'll break you
we'll break you
of that.
break me of you.
i like
coming round corners
and saying hello
to the wind
as it greets me,
like it does in new york.
city lines and
building streets:
they all come round
the wind
when she blows.
i am here, lady:
this is who i am.
my buildings just don't break.
they all
love resistance.
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