It's just another place, every street is someone's home. Where are you going, in such a hurry? What's the rush when waterfalls down? Flooding rivers old and worn, looking for the sea... I'm older than you think, and this jacket... Is just a jacket. This heart... Is just a heart. Don't tell me you know the song, it is newer and you are so
Confused
So
Lost
Dec 16, 2010
Dec 13, 2010
leaving
i am
knots falling for a sweet child, who can't speak, who can't see. you are redder than a lobster, in those stripes, surprised. we laugh and then run away, into the bushes, like frightened rodents. we hide, we wait for the rain, we wait for the night. the night comes, and goes. the flames die. now the house is cold, unoccupied. who will come here next and what will they find? we tried to leave the place undamaged, we tried to clean it up. but how does one account for all that has been done? how does one ignore the hideous marks of past disaster, the scars on the floor and walls, the evidence of suffering.
where do you go on the eve of winter?
knots falling for a sweet child, who can't speak, who can't see. you are redder than a lobster, in those stripes, surprised. we laugh and then run away, into the bushes, like frightened rodents. we hide, we wait for the rain, we wait for the night. the night comes, and goes. the flames die. now the house is cold, unoccupied. who will come here next and what will they find? we tried to leave the place undamaged, we tried to clean it up. but how does one account for all that has been done? how does one ignore the hideous marks of past disaster, the scars on the floor and walls, the evidence of suffering.
where do you go on the eve of winter?
Dec 5, 2010
Dec 2, 2010
Space
We rush along and over there they move quickly up and over the bay like blood cells carrying something forward toward that mad vertical city. But we go under, in the dark, where the water comes rushing in. How fast does it happen? I guess it depends on the size of the hole and you, waiting for me, waiting as I move swiftly forward, move still, bearing forward, ever forward towards that place between moments, between tears, there is nothing
Where do you wait for me? Is it somehow tomorrow in the sand on the beach? Surrounded by bonfires, but you stand alone in the dark, looking out to sea, cold and damp.
I listened then, I remembered. You gave me tokens, hints, maps. We stumbled forward, we fell from the burning map of changing lines and space, we continued ever forward chasing, slowly and more slowly, the freezing point, we jerked along, uneven and rotten, uneven and haggard, we tripped, we tripped again and it became harder to rise.
Blood oozing, not flowing. We lay in the crook of arms, resting. We turn over and those eyelids float shut. We sink into dust.
What is a star? What is darkness? Where does it go?
Where do you wait for me? Is it somehow tomorrow in the sand on the beach? Surrounded by bonfires, but you stand alone in the dark, looking out to sea, cold and damp.
I listened then, I remembered. You gave me tokens, hints, maps. We stumbled forward, we fell from the burning map of changing lines and space, we continued ever forward chasing, slowly and more slowly, the freezing point, we jerked along, uneven and rotten, uneven and haggard, we tripped, we tripped again and it became harder to rise.
Blood oozing, not flowing. We lay in the crook of arms, resting. We turn over and those eyelids float shut. We sink into dust.
What is a star? What is darkness? Where does it go?
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