Sunday, February 27, 2011

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Don't Build Your Walls in Flesh and Bones

An entire world

sprawled out on a sheet

Insides exposed,

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.


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Becoming your wall,

we breathe in denial;

you think you need me,

I think it's over.

Silver-Kissed Tongue-Twist

A flesh notch for every day of the year

scarred into

my pale

uneven

skin

A fresh knot in my stomach,

telling me not

to cross

that line

again


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Read it aloud, three times fast.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Beach Glass

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,

humbly given


As it smashes on the rocks

and my heart--

my heart, it stops


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AL 1:57


Love is an ocean.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Shakespeare

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)


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I just finished reading this play, and am entirely in love with this stanza. I could read it over and over again.


The Roommate Switch

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



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I'm very much half-kidding.

The Queen of Cups and the Hurricane

At six in the morning the Queen of Cups told me
that he doesn't miss me anymore

I saw him last night while deep in a dream,
and oddly it made me laugh

I knew it was true that he no longer cared
and I don't know why I asked

But the Queen seemed to laugh as she said,
"Not a chance"

(How ironic these dreams can be)

Now I best try to sleep, look for peace where I lay,
because a hurricane is on its way


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One of many things I wrote a long time about ago a boy who moved back home, across the ocean.