creamsicle pieway

theres a hook in my back, ready to reel, pulling tugging how does it feel? stiff and sharp rubber bands twisting tighter and tighter they'll never snap and float free like fluffy pink clouds after the sudden storm in july when we lay wrapped around each other waiting for supper or the end of the day, so soft and quiet and simple and brave to be leaving and holding onto this rope back and forth always here never go. i'll write you a song will you sing along? what is it like up there alone in your room the vines all attacking and twisting and gloom in the brick building funny paint jobs. but when the rain clears you can see the tops of the mountains cold and solid and gray. i hope you remember me.

i remember earlier and later after tomorrow's catastrophe, destroyed buildings, empty rivers, frozen plains, screaming grasses, trees gone insane looking for summer and wind in their leaves instead there is just stillness.

do you know what happened?
it is hidden in waves
in a picture frame
on the wall of my old bedroom next to a quilt built just for me and my mother for my birth day.

a song

my friends have a home underground and seeping slow mysteries of place and screaming smiles all over the green hills peaking up above the vast gray square hard busy flashing rhythm of fun, parties, children, laughing, balloons, entirely not the old wrinkled witch in her mossy green hut in the forest by bubbling brook - no, far out and into the city rushing faster than gravity inward on ourselves to loop around and build a new giant carousel to ride. full of unicorns. and let downs, underground, again. pattern recognition building buildings from dust in the desert and mud in the bay slowly creeping out to say don't stop dreaming of a place more open and free? more beautiful and clean? imagined spaces tomorrow will remember a chorus of unusual noises caught in uncomfortable space bent around corners of uneven lengths topping sandcastles tree houses pillow forts build higher than the house!

an ending pause, in the shortest song,
of this life.

a squish a splash

into back coming around the corner
children, mothers, families, brothers,
living like forever

me too! me too!
i made something whole and precious
built the ribbon
forged the stone
split the weight and tore the bone

wove a tangled knot of pleasure,
wrapped in comfort
screams are gentler

careening towards the past or future
so much returns
so much to see
remind me why
so i can be
forever whole
and grateful for
the things i lost
so i know more

and place my faith
in what is so
perfect ugly whole