Morning Air by Jason Reeves

believe(able)

yet / you didn't cry
(i high fived you) in

the parking lot, where good things happen
and

bad people

pass us by.
they wave, like birds,
yawning / shrieking

(in the air)

flying

in happy shades
of

/pink

(below them)/ i sit
meaningless.

and waiting.
i

drove out
of this parking lot

without you,
sitting

on my line.
(good things.) bad ones.


and trees.

Sleeping by Glen Hansard

night owl

(oh) how i love feathers
like

angels and birds, and babies
i twirl

aging / simply on
two feet

and (still)

the downy roast
of
quill

beneath me

rubs my ears. i
flap my wings

to
get away from you,
to

look down on you
and (smile)

oh

happy /glorious/ day,
i am

such a big fan

of feathers...

Hey Mann by Lizz Wright

tepid

deep-ended in shallow (ocean) water
i

reveal sides of my/self
unseen

and  /  in these reticent patches
down here
under

the sallow shade   of my hat,
you
will see me.

white hearts and gallant boys
turn

my nose up
(with glee), oh / i am

so far away from (the sea)...

but
i still know
when to call you a cowboy,

baby:

you're mine.

Can't Get Enough of You by Nick Pagliari

bunny rabbit

hello (mary poppins), may  i
photograph

your birthday party?

i came here
looking for babies

(with their honey bunnies)

and while

i respect your decision / to abstain,

i feel it (decent / respectful)
to warn you

of my faults.
i won't call

you cupcake, darling, / so

if ever
you need me

(beckon me with this)

that in all things
i'll be as sweet

/ and turn my nose /

as high as
anybody's Easter...

Blame It On Me by Parachute

baby back

i bring my (ribs)
to the fore,

coughing

up listless dreams
and
laughs

that sound like
babies

/ sleeping soundly /

oh, brother,
i

keep gnawing (on this family

tree) seems

like forever.
in the middle

i

am just a branch.
i crumple / up my heart

(and)

give it all to you.

Ghost by Paul Michel

post

devouring (news/papers) like
fennel

seed / i find myself
disheveled

and abhorred, hair
in

a messy (ballerina) bun.
my

baby rabbits

/   leap and swirl     /

and swallow feelings in
little black carpet curls

(oh,  bunny)

keep them coming.
the

news goes dark like
diane arbus

and i rock my 50's world
with

a sparkly fur t-shirt and a
bent

for hopping
away...

The Rescue Blues by Ryan Adams

sundry

implacable (need) for goodness
i

sneeze once more into
a

soggy tissue

and say hello (to you). i
hold onto bunnies

while
i wait for you / to love me
and

i find
myself   /  craving sunshine,

singing songs (you make me happy
when

skies are gray) when

you take them away,
well,

i'll be just like  /  the bunny,
in

a bucket,
with a kid.

Flighting the Feeling by J Minus

listless

yesterday (in her scrapbook) i
saw my mother's

heart

and it was blue.
i

had thought / i was a bird,
but
that was pre-school (and)

before  you.

i hear the bird song
in

my head (i hear you)
singing

technologically / speaking / and
i

flip
the yellow pages
with

disdain for myself
and
my wild hopes.

they
fly

higher  than me...

Winter Birds by Ray LaMontagne

impressive

gullible (true)  / by nature
i

find

i need people
(more than they) need me

and

with sunshine blazing
i

ignore the necessary / signs (ones
that lead
me to you).

i am  /  wrong way down a one-way road

without you,
    believing
things are wrong

when (lens flare) shows

it's all oh so right.

i block out the words,
turn off lanes    (and) listen

to no one (except for)

daisy / dog.
she gets me.

Still Burning by Sixpence None The Richer

c-span

in light / of recent events

i

feel strongly

that i am in

one of those terribly real

(and)

epic

disaster movies,

destined

to fall in love with the hero

before

dying

in his arms.

contrary / to popular / relief

the

television montage

/   cuts to sunshine, a

news

woman falls (off her chair),

and

i remember how to laugh...

off,

turn it off.

Back to Manhattan by Norah Jones

animosity

inside (all) the freak/outs
and

the misconceptions,

i feel your
(mental pain) / sadness

blowing shingles

off roofs / in springtimes,

and

i wait for you. (watching)
hospital

waiting lists for
emergency

accusations / i burn
my

own fingers
playing
with smoking/fire emotions

(hot in hand) and
blow

a little breath of air
on

you. from my mouth.
i

hold you,
in my

(hide out)...

Shine by Vienna Teng

impish

investigating (like a cricket
  in the night)

all

the ways we love
each

other /  how it shows /
and

we wake each other
  (up)
in midnights

between spring and Some
  kind of rain.

it blows

against the windows,
regretting rain
(and pacing like thunder)

/

killing bugs

/

and showing us
the (crooked) little legs

of bliss...

Some Of Us Got Paid by Eskobar

(March 19's blog one-day early... I'll be out-of-town tomorrow!)

going

until i see (the purple sky moon blur
white cloud

sustenance) coming,
i'll

be treading water,
running

globes

down like trees / until
you
tell me okay, go,

i'll be

shooting stars with little whistles
in

my mind
like
buckeyes  /

until you

hang me on the wall,
face first,
like

some prize
you
won

in the field  /...
well  /...

i'll be going.
bon

voyage.

Death of Me by Tony Lucca

gone

i arrive (already here)
late

but not forgotten
(you can't have

what you have

since lost) and

living

on /  takes time.

beyond (the apoplectic mess of time)
the hits just

keep on coming...
i

see them
rise and fall

like

lights on a carousel.

My Ain Folk by Lulu

green

strawberry bodies
engulf sadness

(light up) / twirl like weather vanes

for you

in carnival houses, pronounce
themselves
       / happy.
i predict

a swelling of people, a
bulging/burgeoning flock

of seeds

(flying) towards you

in the night, a
human barometer

of popcorn

chasing dreams / and quelling boredom,
a flurry

of mad beams and swirls and
unpopped

kernels scattered like / doppler
persuasions...

Flying By Your Window by Jason Myles Goss

timeless

you play (you play)
with fingers

so /very small/ i

could put them in my heart
and
still have room (to play)

all our major keys
on

grand pianos

left beside the rain, (the rain)

comes down / in metronome /
still

black over white over gray
until

every melody sounds the same,
every flash on every face

(blends, noiseless)

into sound. once,

(once),

i knew how to play.

Kiss & Kill by Seth Giler

lighted room

two days
(after one door closed)   one

thousand more open

and

i see / in mirrors / this enamel smile
beam,

repeatedly,
two lips apart (that)
   once touched yours.

i thought
    it would end. (the world.)

when you wed /   but  /
somehow

i'm still here,
raised up   on sorrows

and knocking on doors.
i

smile
a painted smile,
licking all four paws / and

(wrapping) my lonely cheshire  cat
tail

around my heart...

Prove Me Wrong by Sandrine

lit

fleeting shadows (play on eyelids)
gross

distortions

of the vein /
the reason for running.

(I am) that shade
of
happy

in your mouth,
a spider's woven trail

/ midair / eyes closed

highlights

twisting, haloes bending.

i am
the reason

you're still here.

caught up in me, (you spin)
you play,
you weave

beautiful   (take)

the
intricate
design...

The Quarterback by The Rockwells

tension

all these years  (i) dreamt of you,
[muscles coiling]

in the night

i  (never rest).
today

i sang one  (merciless goodbye)
and

imagined your hand
in

her hand

all the existential moments (and)
the bliss

so

i go  [back to sleep] as
i have been for seven

years

and say farewell
to

(single you), to

single me.

Say Love by Jason Reeves

swallow/speak

tomorrow  (you) are getting married
to

someone

who (is not me)   i
hold

the tissues up to my face,
my

nose
facing the sick discourse (of love)

/ and infection /

fighting tears  like english (moccasins)
and
indian tea

oh, you, (plus she)
pulling  

brown   /  paper bag (honey-wishes)
over me.
that

is all.
gradually /

throats feel better.

Bluebirds Fall by Hem & Autumn Defense

harmonize

book perfect  you

undone

on floors
like satin
(marble  on)  gloss  papers

above

oh honey

terrible things   approach
in

phases

like granite  tiles  /  laid crooked.
i

see your smile (and its)
dull  /   shine

oh

child

undo it.
it's

only time...

Walk/Throw by Jorma Whittaker

tie-dye

bespoke  (words)  unsound

i hide

(oh, love) . come out
here.
you need me.
i

play an   ingenue  /
caress your

implacable need
for

ego-stroking,
tied

up  (in dangerous places
between bicycle pieces /

turning /

always twisted) in rotation.
it

is you
who

provoked this journey, (only you)

who
can
end it...

Mad World by Gary Jules

heavensakes

sushi and (hot tea)    slurp

the

bygone days  /before me

i

present

my worst /presently/ to you,

undone

in hot saki shoes

and

crimson avocado   worlds

oh  (heckfire)

i need   to be done with you.

slovenly

in this old sound

my new/fab/ world       caves  in

as

(during my volcanic ash   detox)  i

cry

william  /  out to you.

be my poet,

baby.   (please).

Far From Home by Jason Myles Goss

fighting the feel

disconcerted

(by opening a door)  it
rained today, obsequiously,

distraught and alone
i

yanked it back

(smelling mist) and  i
felt

/ suddenly  /

like

i was the only person
left

on earth.
a red bird

hopped out  / from the dirt.

she told me   i
was not alone,  i

was just in

the wrong zip code.
0 6510, she said.

go.

Gulf Of Mexico by Shawn Mullins

hermitage

spring break (beckons)
all


of them.
/   as

i think about ufo's and (the dickens)and
the

novelty of
being
sheriff

of a
lonely island town

and

every day
i sink further

into my (individual, all-alone)
self-loathing   eccentricities.

albeit

/

crazy

i remain
lovingly geared towards you,
and

i wish    to
close

my hands on
your sand and

your philosophical
beaches.
dude.

seriously....

Every Ship Must Sail Away by Blue Merle

alice of everything

i am (a sunday school teacher
who

bathes in
volcanic ash    i

eat

macrobiotic fish
i curl  in   yogi / pretzels /

i

teach things
i never need to learn   /and/
feel

lost  i find myself
floating

in a sea

/

missing out   on
the

most common
human

experience   /
i am the man

without the woman,
the feminine version

of

rabbit holes  /and/ empty
teacups

like wormholes and twenty-first century)

disappointment

Of Angels and Angles by The Decemberists

tempest

uncertain (billing)  of
the

first degree   /  i live
in the bizarre, post-diane arbus world

/   and  

i
play dress-up. they
say hello barbie

while

i bake breads and
wonder

(if anybody) ever  /  died of loneliness

like me.  oh

i die every day, pieces,
plastic hearts

and golden limbs

all splayed askew   /

while watchers stalk the
beauty

/

and i love you (but)

i'm too freaked out   to

say...

The Hour Of Sleep by Daniel Martin Moore

entitled

seven days / later
i

learn (which kind of) static
electricity

can melt the
technical mind of this solid

hard (drive)   /   i

set  down
next to you. some(how_

the hum_of    goodness

grace

shouts out) / loud and
i

don't know you.
it

turns out

i never did. considering if
(perhaps)
      /   i had,

i would have known (in_

tuited) how much
you are not like

my father,

the
best person

ever
known. /   buzz.

My Own Worst Enemy (Radio Edit) by George Stanford

un-known-ism

find (me)   unaware
in

front of lacy windows   /   i
look for you,

i look for me.

/

i live
this thing like
it's a movie,

a morphing trajectory   of
film

like spielberg
and

welles

on speed  /   i

cannot emphasize
enough

the direction
of my current take

on

my self.
it is

/

not good.

Stay Away by Josh Hoge

flea

the frightening voracity
of

your affection

continues   to haunt me
(to this day)

/

invisible fiend  /

one thousand miles
and

seven hundred mongrels  

later

/

the ghostly pallor
of

your face
in
several gray sedans  outside

my door

/

i   (    )  keep going, keep
running

away  until the shifting
of the
household beams

no longer scares me...

I Chose You by Grace Potter & The Nocturnals

dis-favor

i wear a pink
helmet

like

a

milk-y-cookie
mustache  (and veil) over my

heart. /
i see you,

continents away, shaking earth

and
falling violently in love

with
girls who are
not me

and

i recall (with impunity) all
the

good morning sunshine's
you gave me:

backwards. / it is

all a game.