magpie
i lay in your arms like a tree,
choosing
one over two strong roads. i sway (completed,
like a stone, a lonely stone),
unpolished
in the grass. i wonder
if you see me,
if you acknowledge i exist
by
placing your faith in my wings
while
i extend
the very fabric
of the vortex
of this life,
holding it out before me. i chase you,
(having never met).
you are the dream,
the tree,
the goal.
i fly to you, relentlessly.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Autumn Sweater by Yo La Tengo
aholic
i buy my boots, i buy them well. standing
in the checkout line
i feel your empty gaze, your spirit quenched,
the
sighting
of a brand new leather pair and i
buy them too much.
i cannot stop.
you pair them with a gauze wrapping, a cold aura.
i stand (lonesome) in my shoes,
sweating as if in a sauna,
looking at you back. i wonder
how much it cost to buy your affection.
i
need it for myself....
i buy my boots, i buy them well. standing
in the checkout line
i feel your empty gaze, your spirit quenched,
the
sighting
of a brand new leather pair and i
buy them too much.
i cannot stop.
you pair them with a gauze wrapping, a cold aura.
i stand (lonesome) in my shoes,
sweating as if in a sauna,
looking at you back. i wonder
how much it cost to buy your affection.
i
need it for myself....
Labels:
boots,
clothes,
money,
poems about shopaholics,
shopping,
sperry top sider,
summer
Sunday, August 29, 2010
I See Love by Third Day
cadillac
love (unending) that is
all i want.
my skirt
flies up in the wind
outside
the two church doors
and i see you. sun shines.
i feel
not myself, like
i am living in somebody else's clothes.
your grief, it fits me
like a glove.
i open up to the wild bobbing clouds
and
i talk back.
this is what it want. and
here
(i go)...
love (unending) that is
all i want.
my skirt
flies up in the wind
outside
the two church doors
and i see you. sun shines.
i feel
not myself, like
i am living in somebody else's clothes.
your grief, it fits me
like a glove.
i open up to the wild bobbing clouds
and
i talk back.
this is what it want. and
here
(i go)...
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Fade Into You by Mazzy Star
avatar
watching - purple lights flicker on the horizon - i wait
for you to come.
it takes long.
this is home, violet melody, brilliant fake - running
in between.
i put on a face - a smile
that brings you lanterns - raised like lightning bugs
on a fence, i run.
you will be here soon.
i pretend - i know - what i am doing - crying on the porch,
fake blue blood running
down like tears. it is the night, and i
wait for you to come.
watching - purple lights flicker on the horizon - i wait
for you to come.
it takes long.
this is home, violet melody, brilliant fake - running
in between.
i put on a face - a smile
that brings you lanterns - raised like lightning bugs
on a fence, i run.
you will be here soon.
i pretend - i know - what i am doing - crying on the porch,
fake blue blood running
down like tears. it is the night, and i
wait for you to come.
Friday, August 27, 2010
I'd Give You The Moon by Jake Coco
salado
i (call myself all these things, not believing).
there is
paint
on all the walls,
coming down, peeling off.
i (have myself all these flaws, little flies
beckoning) madness.
i
call myself a fraud...
with my brush in hand
i open (heart)
my own self, calling fate.
it will
help me sell my soul.
i paint it
all the time...
i (call myself all these things, not believing).
there is
paint
on all the walls,
coming down, peeling off.
i (have myself all these flaws, little flies
beckoning) madness.
i
call myself a fraud...
with my brush in hand
i open (heart)
my own self, calling fate.
it will
help me sell my soul.
i paint it
all the time...
Thursday, August 26, 2010
True by The Frames
exodus
i wrap them up in little plastic bags,
tuck
them in my car,
these millions. one thousand brushes,
one hundred thousand jars.
i keep them.
i screw the lids on tight
and get down on my knees and beg (for God)
to find them,
all these little treasures, these paintings
i paint
for you.
i wrap them up in bags.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Black Milk by Massive Attack
eight limbs
when i hear (your song), i fade
like
lights over the poles, the auroras hum
and i become (less) than before,
less even
than myself, and i sink down low,
praying
to the rhythm of the sea. i can hear it roar.
in the middle of the night
(our music plays).
in the middle of the polar dark
i can see. i see your
shocking cold lumens glowing hard
and i know that
we are through,
that the demon lights all come alive
and shine
like an octopus
waging war against his heart.
(i can) hear it fade.
when i hear (your song), i fade
like
lights over the poles, the auroras hum
and i become (less) than before,
less even
than myself, and i sink down low,
praying
to the rhythm of the sea. i can hear it roar.
in the middle of the night
(our music plays).
in the middle of the polar dark
i can see. i see your
shocking cold lumens glowing hard
and i know that
we are through,
that the demon lights all come alive
and shine
like an octopus
waging war against his heart.
(i can) hear it fade.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Goodbye Kiss by Grace Potter & The Nocturnals
click click boom
autumn rain and trees and falling stars / i go to take a bath
and can't get clean,
but you (there's always you, the passing chance)
as i take from
the full coffers i deplete
my own supply of oxygen
and come undone. / i go to wipe my eyes
but
(somehow) it's too late.
autumn rain and trees and falling stars / i go to take a bath
and can't get clean,
but you (there's always you, the passing chance)
as i take from
the full coffers i deplete
my own supply of oxygen
and come undone. / i go to wipe my eyes
but
(somehow) it's too late.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Half Hearted Apology by Dean Fields
ultraviolet and sage
cleansing myself of you, i take my / time.
i bow / slowly down
to the ground.
with face against concrete / i extend
one pallid arm (stretched out raw in summer air)
and
i push back the woes
that keep me in this place.
i find ways
to lay threadbare those thorns of necessity
that leave me dangerously deprived.
i scorch and burn / in the sun
and i no longer care.
you
become
like a sunburn....
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Winter by Joshua Radin
parochial
redundant words
( i am
the wrong way, twisted
backwards
like a necklace on some neck, chain
in front.
you
make a wish.
this is the dream, to find
gold
at the bottom
of this rainbow) and the glitzy
trance
that we desire
is
all gone.
this is the target,
and
the noose.
redundant words
( i am
the wrong way, twisted
backwards
like a necklace on some neck, chain
in front.
you
make a wish.
this is the dream, to find
gold
at the bottom
of this rainbow) and the glitzy
trance
that we desire
is
all gone.
this is the target,
and
the noose.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
These Mistakes by Chris Trapper
sorbet
floating
by way of the sea, i drive
myself
to the brink of disaster,
flirting
with the idea
of successful dreams, (of happy things).
holding
seven mockingbird eggs
inside
my forlorn little pocket,
feeling
so mockingbird blue...
i continue
to drive
long after there is any road.
i saw it all,
before it happened.
i
loved you...
floating
by way of the sea, i drive
myself
to the brink of disaster,
flirting
with the idea
of successful dreams, (of happy things).
holding
seven mockingbird eggs
inside
my forlorn little pocket,
feeling
so mockingbird blue...
i continue
to drive
long after there is any road.
i saw it all,
before it happened.
i
loved you...
Friday, August 20, 2010
So Beautiful by Pete Murray
angst
held up (i wrap
ice cream cones in tape) praying
i'll hold on
long enough to see them melt.
i take you riding in the car (august light
playing
on the shields (i hide you
in
my arms,
falling fast like rain) and closing in,
roads fast
and pavements hot
(greeted) by eloquent tastings
i glue
my car together and we go.
we go far.
i
hold my heart, so delicately,
while your
ice cream cones
melt together... )
held up (i wrap
ice cream cones in tape) praying
i'll hold on
long enough to see them melt.
i take you riding in the car (august light
playing
on the shields (i hide you
in
my arms,
falling fast like rain) and closing in,
roads fast
and pavements hot
(greeted) by eloquent tastings
i glue
my car together and we go.
we go far.
i
hold my heart, so delicately,
while your
ice cream cones
melt together... )
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Or Something by Speechwriters LLC
flesh wound
surrender? no. i go
until
i quake with loneliness,
with this golden desire
for you.
i keep this idea
of you
locked up like a rocket
in a locket
at my neck
and
i keep holding on, chasing after you.
clasping your little heart
upon its chain
i tug and tug until
it breaks,
red lines scored in to my neck,
but
always fighting
for the brightness, for the winner, for
you.
surrender? no. i go
until
i quake with loneliness,
with this golden desire
for you.
i keep this idea
of you
locked up like a rocket
in a locket
at my neck
and
i keep holding on, chasing after you.
clasping your little heart
upon its chain
i tug and tug until
it breaks,
red lines scored in to my neck,
but
always fighting
for the brightness, for the winner, for
you.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
She Led Me Home by The District
siberia
you may as well be gone,
here
how much i missed you
and
didn't even know
how high the roaming world (the frozen sea, the calm mother earth)
rising wild
inside
the lonesome badlands, taking
trips
alone
into the sea.
you
come back (tell me you'll come back)
and find
a way to be,
climbing (high) with me
to something else,
something
we have never seen...
it
(may as well) be me...
you may as well be gone,
here
how much i missed you
and
didn't even know
how high the roaming world (the frozen sea, the calm mother earth)
rising wild
inside
the lonesome badlands, taking
trips
alone
into the sea.
you
come back (tell me you'll come back)
and find
a way to be,
climbing (high) with me
to something else,
something
we have never seen...
it
(may as well) be me...
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
1BR/1BAA by Vienna Teng
mouth/brain
there seems (to be) a mild
dis.connect
between my fingers
and
my brain, all.8 of them,
shoving
food in madly
while i pretend not.to.see.you...
my three hearts
protect themselves
in ways
you could.not decipher (if your blue-blooded life depended on it),
which
it does. i
scuttle wildly
across the holcomb floor,
sweeping ocean.blur.fear. and bio
luminescence
into a range
of predictions,
un.connected (how-ever-so-far) from reality.
there seems (to be) a mild
dis.connect
between my fingers
and
my brain, all.8 of them,
shoving
food in madly
while i pretend not.to.see.you...
my three hearts
protect themselves
in ways
you could.not decipher (if your blue-blooded life depended on it),
which
it does. i
scuttle wildly
across the holcomb floor,
sweeping ocean.blur.fear. and bio
luminescence
into a range
of predictions,
un.connected (how-ever-so-far) from reality.
Labels:
barn,
blue chair,
chairs,
emptiness,
hand,
rest,
shadow,
sun,
turquoise wall
Monday, August 16, 2010
Duet by Rachel Yamagata
narwhal
busted balloons and unicorns
on
the floor,
i play pretty little pony
until
my toes start to bleed.
i wonder
if you (exist)
at all, if
i will ever find
someone
as magical as you
and
if
you'll descend
into the depths
of my violet world
like
meteorites, or shale.
perhaps
you'll simply swim away...
while
i sit
on my empty floor, and play.
busted balloons and unicorns
on
the floor,
i play pretty little pony
until
my toes start to bleed.
i wonder
if you (exist)
at all, if
i will ever find
someone
as magical as you
and
if
you'll descend
into the depths
of my violet world
like
meteorites, or shale.
perhaps
you'll simply swim away...
while
i sit
on my empty floor, and play.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
This Is That New Song by Badly Drawn Boy
stitches
(hanging on by threads) i hear
your heart,
see it there ripped open
like
a missing limb
or somebody's stitches, an open (hardened) wound
just oozing
with things (best forgotten)
and
i planned, but
i planned wrong.
everything comes undone,
and
i cry (on the couch) holding you
with
your old paws (curled up) inside my hands,
i
love you. and
it all
keeps coming apart...
(hanging on by threads) i hear
your heart,
see it there ripped open
like
a missing limb
or somebody's stitches, an open (hardened) wound
just oozing
with things (best forgotten)
and
i planned, but
i planned wrong.
everything comes undone,
and
i cry (on the couch) holding you
with
your old paws (curled up) inside my hands,
i
love you. and
it all
keeps coming apart...
Labels:
badly drawn boy,
canine,
cheerful heart,
couch,
doctor,
good medicine,
heartbreak,
love,
my dog is sick,
new song,
old age poems,
paws,
proverbs 17:22,
sad,
stitches,
surgery,
veterinarian
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Snow Song by The District
mocha
you are the chair
in
the deserted store, passing by
on
the street (my feet waver
between concrete canopies and those
iron awnings).
i wait with
peevish windows
staring (angry back at me), holding signs
(i am for sale) and
you
are not mine (just) yet / but
someday.
you are the quest that
i call home.
you are the chair
in
the deserted store, passing by
on
the street (my feet waver
between concrete canopies and those
iron awnings).
i wait with
peevish windows
staring (angry back at me), holding signs
(i am for sale) and
you
are not mine (just) yet / but
someday.
you are the quest that
i call home.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Hey Ya by Obadiah Parker
abdi
holding on (flat on floors
i have not swept
and weeping i fall down) but
after all
i find
that it's okay, all this circumstance
we
have between us,
it's all right.
coming back (i light up like
the sky/faded blue /jeans
and
fly back down
to you, wings freezing time. like this.
holding on (flat on floors
i have not swept
and weeping i fall down) but
after all
i find
that it's okay, all this circumstance
we
have between us,
it's all right.
coming back (i light up like
the sky/faded blue /jeans
and
fly back down
to you, wings freezing time. like this.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Won't Let You Go by Shannon Noll
fragile
in the beginning
i
remember you, your belly swelled up
like a bowl
and
it was christmas. i loved you
(even then)
and i remember
holding you up
in the lonesome air
as it whistled around you, merrier than me
while strings of lights
blurred
out of focus
in the background. and
(now),
in the foreground,
i
see a continuation of the blur,
of
the bokeh. i love you
even more (today) i
hope you know.
you are (forever) my
sweet, inflated christmas,
floating off like a balloon.
in the beginning
i
remember you, your belly swelled up
like a bowl
and
it was christmas. i loved you
(even then)
and i remember
holding you up
in the lonesome air
as it whistled around you, merrier than me
while strings of lights
blurred
out of focus
in the background. and
(now),
in the foreground,
i
see a continuation of the blur,
of
the bokeh. i love you
even more (today) i
hope you know.
you are (forever) my
sweet, inflated christmas,
floating off like a balloon.
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