January and February 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
An entire world
sprawled out on a sheet
coerced back and forth
You wanted to know
my fingers and tongue,
and all of the nonsense
they make love to at night
This broken language
has its hold on your eyes,
and you tingle inside
and your throat swallows hard
But I'll close mine tight
and I won't care a bit,
like a fish doesn't care
when it's raining outside.
Becoming your wall,
we breathe in denial;
you think you need me,
I think it's over.
Friday, February 11, 2011
If my life, it were a boat
now it washes on the rocks
And my masts, they break like bones
And my sails, they tear like skin
Would the hollow vessel break
on her sea-green bed of sorrow
Or let sea-moss fill her head
with some thoughts of diving in
I surrender for the sake
of your fortune fall'n to pieces
What's love's good, not under will?
Must I then forsake the law?
When the sun, it now rides low
and my heart--
my heart does crumble
And the waves wash like a beat,
like the organ's rhythm still
Watch the water rise and fall,
like a chest that may be breathing
Floating seaweed catches onto
fresh new driftwood for the taking
I am broken, I am breaking
while the sea swells swish and hum
Pray they lull me 'til I'm calm
Pray they carry 'til I'm gone
Warm saltwater on the tongue
tears of ocean,
As it smashes on the rocks
and my heart--
my heart, it stops
Love is an ocean.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
If there were reasons for these miseries,
Then into limits could I bind my woes;
When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow?
If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad,
Threat'ning the welkin with his big-swoll'n face?
And wilt thou have a reason for this coil?
I am the sea. Hark how her sighs doth blow!
She is the weeping welkin, I the earth;
Then must my sea be moved with her sighs;
Then must my earth with her continual tears
Become a deluge, overflowed and drowned;
For why my bowels cannot hide her woes,
But like a drunkard must I vomit them.
Then give me leave, for losers will have leave
To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues.
(Shakespeare, Titus Andronicus 3.1, 218-232)
I just finished reading this play, and am entirely in love with this stanza. I could read it over and over again.
More golden eyes I've never seen
'side from yours in years gone past
The memories back, brought by your voice
and sparks ignited by your smile
Would haunt my mood the whole way home,
turn up the corners of my lips
And I'd think to myself and laugh about
how I wanted you when I had him
I'm very much half-kidding.