I'm letting this you go
like I've done before
like I'll do again
each new pedestrian epiphany
sharpening a character
a compilation
a part I enjoy playing
when given the chance
Whatever it is this time
feels special
and I write that
knowing full well it's a lie
a white knight preaching providence
from a horse on high
as grass stains are a pain
even in the 21st century
This is an ordinary love
the sort of thing I'll keep with me
I'll tie it to your name
and your nickname
and when the conversation turns
to famous female aviators
or Canadian wildlife
I'll share a smile with your memory
When I'm back to being all alone
your secrets will keep me company
honest nothings that matter
just the same
brief regressions
to a sleepy head
resting on a rising chest
murmuring in silent agreement
No one will fix this broken heart
because I like being broken
but you will make it better
even if it hurts
even if your abscence is painful
there is a you
a you I'll be loving
with every beat
Ameliorate This Heart
Monday, February 11, 2013
Monday, February 4, 2013
(Not Quite) Human After All
We don't want to be fixed
because that implies we're broken
or capable of breaking
capable of forsaking culpability
as if we were robots
rocking out to a technologic
that makes our excuses 0s and 1s
on/off right/wrong true/false
emotionless outputs
in the prime time of our lives
If self-discovery were so simple
it would make life too long
the voyage cut short
circumvented by a checklist
that outputs a personality
a digitally accurate love
pairing you with the perfect person
but there's something about us
when we're face to face
makes me better, faster, stronger
I'm not your teacher
but I have some homework for you
burn these words
and roll in the ashes
watch for the inevitable phoenix
and figure out what it means
to be alive
to revolt against binary existence
to scratch that infinite itch
and find a fresh funk in every step
because that implies we're broken
or capable of breaking
capable of forsaking culpability
as if we were robots
rocking out to a technologic
that makes our excuses 0s and 1s
on/off right/wrong true/false
emotionless outputs
in the prime time of our lives
If self-discovery were so simple
it would make life too long
the voyage cut short
circumvented by a checklist
that outputs a personality
a digitally accurate love
pairing you with the perfect person
but there's something about us
when we're face to face
makes me better, faster, stronger
I'm not your teacher
but I have some homework for you
burn these words
and roll in the ashes
watch for the inevitable phoenix
and figure out what it means
to be alive
to revolt against binary existence
to scratch that infinite itch
and find a fresh funk in every step
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Unbirthday
Let's celebrate another day
begrudgingly
because the sun will come out tomorrow
and we're in agreement
that we'd rather stay wrapped up
till it does
Wrapped in this half-sleep
half-wishing we were asleep but not really
sort of cocoon
that stretches individual minutes
to their breaking point
stretches reality till it snaps
There's nothing special about today
only that you're here
which is the sort of event
I'd like to honor
even as it becomes a non-event
becomes something other than what it is
begrudgingly
because the sun will come out tomorrow
and we're in agreement
that we'd rather stay wrapped up
till it does
Wrapped in this half-sleep
half-wishing we were asleep but not really
sort of cocoon
that stretches individual minutes
to their breaking point
stretches reality till it snaps
There's nothing special about today
only that you're here
which is the sort of event
I'd like to honor
even as it becomes a non-event
becomes something other than what it is
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
The Calculation
I end up tracing infinity
when I let my mind wander
finger wander
over so much newness
so much muchness
Answers don't come easy
questions harder still
to reduce this somethingness
into manageable terms
without dividing by zero
There's the temptation
to enter null as a future
as a present to that future
where presence of our past
will haunt these dreams
It's a snake offering salvation
in a single bite
a world of knowledge
of clearly crunchable numbers
apples with which to count
At best this is a gamble
and at worst the same
an investment in futures
in bonds and securities
paying unknowable dividends
Salvation and oblivion
are tied now to twin circles
invisible infinities
remainders adorning your flesh
where none should exist
when I let my mind wander
finger wander
over so much newness
so much muchness
Answers don't come easy
questions harder still
to reduce this somethingness
into manageable terms
without dividing by zero
There's the temptation
to enter null as a future
as a present to that future
where presence of our past
will haunt these dreams
It's a snake offering salvation
in a single bite
a world of knowledge
of clearly crunchable numbers
apples with which to count
At best this is a gamble
and at worst the same
an investment in futures
in bonds and securities
paying unknowable dividends
Salvation and oblivion
are tied now to twin circles
invisible infinities
remainders adorning your flesh
where none should exist
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Yesterday
Promise me tomorrow
just for today
for tomorrow needs its own promise
its own tomorrow
I'd like to trust you
to choose trust
in the face of tomorrows
without beginning or end
Someday we'll find our way
back to these words
these wards against the passage of time
against our own passage
I'd like to trust me
to choose you
in spite of what will come
in the infinity of each moment we share
One day at a time
doesn't work when I'm not with you
when there are tomorrows
promises I can't keep
just for today
for tomorrow needs its own promise
its own tomorrow
I'd like to trust you
to choose trust
in the face of tomorrows
without beginning or end
Someday we'll find our way
back to these words
these wards against the passage of time
against our own passage
I'd like to trust me
to choose you
in spite of what will come
in the infinity of each moment we share
One day at a time
doesn't work when I'm not with you
when there are tomorrows
promises I can't keep
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Mononoke
We are still small
taking our time with the pomp
of each delicately sussed predilection
savoring the space
that each question leaves hanging
before it is filled with words
half of which will be forgotten
relegated to half-remembrances
Whether we believe in past lives
or after lives
or have any faith in life itself
doesn't really make a difference
it's just a gradual escalation
from favorites to fondnesses
the blunt being replaced
with the muted qualities of our selves
For we are indistinct creatures
capable of consuming the world
when our appetites are properly whet
shapeshifters who've forgotten
what our first form ever was
reminded only by the twinkling of an eye
that we were once stars
the same lights on which we feast
I seem to have slipped
into a potential full of promise
into an infinite
cultivated by those who came before
those who found shape worth taking
and decided to remain
spirits tied to the night sky
monsters that smile as they dine
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Cinematic Mundanity
There's a pale blue sock
lying limp like a cliche
the sort of obtrusive object
that the camera will inevitably pan to
I'm loathe to move it
to break whatever movie magic
binds it to that sea of red
for the next few frames of this reel
Because it will be moved
when the director calls cut
and the apartment is put back together
forgotten objects will find a place
For now though it remains
for one beat in an endless conversation
it speaks as honestly as it can
a cliche carrying some simple truth
lying limp like a cliche
the sort of obtrusive object
that the camera will inevitably pan to
I'm loathe to move it
to break whatever movie magic
binds it to that sea of red
for the next few frames of this reel
Because it will be moved
when the director calls cut
and the apartment is put back together
forgotten objects will find a place
For now though it remains
for one beat in an endless conversation
it speaks as honestly as it can
a cliche carrying some simple truth
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